It might be work related. But it is hard to have an open and laid-back married life if you are eaten up by suspicion.I laughed at how disturbingly eas... it was to slip back into insecurity. It had been a dozen years. But I guess I never got over the idea that Sasha outclassed me. It’s the hot-wife paradox. Every guy wants one. But you are also constantly aware that every OTHER guy wants her too.So I made a snap decision. Private Investigators are so dreadfully ‘90s. In the year 2015 all it takes. The purpose of this final interview is to try to discover whether hold the true values of a Sabre Corps employee." I really believe I do Donald." replied Zoe sincerely."I hope you do too Zoe, my first impressions are that you seem like exactly the sort of person we want working for us. Now have you completed the final application form." Yes I have it right here." Zoe passed Donald her fifteen page application form, all filled in and signed in bright red ink."Thank you Zoe. Now I want to warn. She was wanking him with her soft round breasts. Molly was watching, her hand entwined in his."How does this feel?" The Indian girl looked up at them both, smiling. Joe's face was a picture of pleasure, Molly's one of pain. "You see, Molly? It's not a big deal, is it? It's worth it to keep your man from straying." Molly shrugged helplessly.Joe looked at her and gave her a kiss. "Let me fuck her," he whispered "Just this once." He kissed her again. She had tears in her eyes. "OK." Her voice. I've done gigs like this before, a dozen guys, one birthday boy, and I put on a bit of a show and suck him off for all to see. I enter the party room and all eyes fall my way. I'm 24yo reasonably fit, my plumbing works ok and I pass as a stripper. I kneel on the cushion placed strategically on the dance floor, the guests all form a circle around me as my target approaches. He's a big unit too, not so much fat but stocky and butch. As we make eye contact I give him the "your a pop star" look..