There was a sudden knock at the door. Racine came in with 46 Indian guys. Nuzla pushed James down on his knees. The guys started undressing and formin... a line in front of James. Garima declared, “Fuck that fucking cheater’s throat, boys!”The first guy in line grabbed James’ head and pushed his cock deep into his throat. James sucked and slurped on cock after cock, proving to everyone in the room that he is the sluttiest cock-whore alive. Each cock plunged his tonsils and made loud slurpy noises. Then I explained what had been happening all evening with her."So you think the boyfriend is in that room?" he asked."Yes, but I don't know if he is a simple pervert, or one who is trying to blackmail mom, or worse," I said."Did you send his name to Swamp Dog?" he asked."I did but it is the middle of the night," I replied."There are people in the field, so there should be operators standing by to take our orders," The Brit said smiling."Well they haven't delivered yet," I suggested."Let me call. I like to have my little 13" TV near the computer monitor. I like to be able to reach anything that I use regularly. Now let's get down to business."I pulled a couple of file folders out of the drawer. First, we discussed the office building. I wanted the initials of the three main companies on the west parapet at the southwest corner: KES.I asked him about the plans for the remodeling. He said the architect would have the preliminary plans that afternoon. I asked when the estimates would be. Her legs parted almost involuntarily. There was a dark stain on her panties, where her arousal had leaked from her and stained the fabric. She continued to tease her nipples mercilessly, her hips beginning to grind, thrusting up, searching for something, anything to sate the need that was starting to burn in her loins.Her hand moved, almost against her will, relinquishing its assault on her breast and plunging almost savagely down the front of her panties. The fire that was burning there was.