In the afternoon, her secretary knocked on her door with a brown, well-sealed parcel addressed to Mrs Reynolds and clearly marked as private. “This...has just been received madam.” Her secretary looked at her blankly as she handed over the bag. Alice locked the door before proceeding to the unravelling of the mysterious package. There was a white envelope along with a black plastic bag inside. The bag contained a pair of silky red underwear, a short revealing black dress and black fishnet. Stanley told me that his wife wouldintroduce us to the couples who represent those teams:the Cordells and the MacDillons.” She hesitated asecond, then continued. “He said that we can stop by thewinning team’s locker room afterwards to see the post-game celebration.”I caught my breath. I hadn’t quite yet fully focused onthe fact that a woman quite possibly my own gorgeous,blonde wife would be semi-publicly group-fucked afterevery game. Now it seemed we were being. His clothes were old and worn, and he had the look in his eyes of weariness. She shook the rest of her thoughts from Logan and went to take his order. ‘Need a menu or do you know what you’d like today?’ ‘Would you bring me a slice of whatever pie you have today and a cup of coffee please?’ the stranger asked in a polite tone. ‘Wise choice.’ Emma smiled and started to turn. ‘Ma’am? You wouldn’t know of anyone hiring in these parts, would you? I might not look it, being so small, but I can do a. She is my colleague and married. She is has a breathtaking personality. Her eyes are the most talkative part of her sweet body. She has full rounded hips and delicious buttocks and juicy breast. Though we both are married (not with each other) but I feel attracted towards her from couple of months, but it all happens in two days. It was a misty morning when we two were alone in office and no one was to be expected to disturb us. As I always wanted to become friendly with her I ask her for a cup.