Then the footsteps moved away and I heard fading voices, "Just last week when the I.B. Raffen execs were in town I heard that Meredith took on all of ...hem at once and then..." and the voices faded away.My first thought was that it couldn't be my Meredith that they were talking about, but that thought was pushed away by the realization that no one else in the company had a wife named Meredith and the only regional manager named Jack was me.The weekend went very slow for me. I watched Meredith. To my surprise though she didn't budge and inch, instead her hands grabbed my arse and she pulled me even deeper into her throat.Her amazing lips tightened around the base of my dick and her hands squeezed my arse tightly. She slowly pulled her head backwards and I watched as my dick slowly appeared inch by inch covered in thick streaks of her spit.She stopped just before my juicy fat knob was about to pop out of her mouth and instead she continued to suck hard on my tip. She wrapped both hands. When Angela spotted one of the people we'd seen the day before, heading towards the diner, we left the area, drove back to the eatery, and walked in like the brother - sister couple we pretended to be.Just before we were seated in a booth far from the door and windows, Angela moved to sit beside me on the padded bench, instead of across as the waitress intended. She smiled at the surprised server and slid her hand into my lap, squeezing Mr. Johnson for her benefit, and as explanation for her. “What’s life like in Finland?” I asked. “Tell me about yourself.”It turned out that Marja’s great-grandfather had been in the timber business and her family had been wealthy for generations.“My mother died when I was only two years old. My father hadn’t wanted children and didn’t pay much attention to me. I was raised by servants, mostly women. I was terribly spoiled. Growing up, I goteverything I wanted. Luxury was all I knew. Being rich, pampered and beautiful turned me into a horrible.