"They danced, another slow dance at first, and began as close as they had finished the last one, getting closer still throughout. By the middle of the...song they were hardly moving, just tipping back and forth in time to the music as he held her tight. His hands started at the top of her buns, and by the time the DJ had started to cue the next song, he had my wife's round, firm cheeks in each hand, kneading her gently, but obviously, through her skirt.He was whispering into her ear as she rested. I thought I had it all, but now when I think about it I had nothing. I’ve wasted so much time.’ Finally, she pulled away from me so she could look at me. ‘I have no right to ask this. Hell, I’m lower than pond scum for the way I have treated you all. Please, can you take me home? I know the owner of the company. I’ve even slept with him a couple of times. I’m sure I can get him to let you go early.’ I laughed. For the first time in what feels like forever, I actually laughed. Even Mrs. Gillins. Jim shows me through to the kitchen and shows me the work at hand.I nod, politely saying, "No problem mate, I'll have this done before the end of the day to which he replies, "Fandably doo!" I'm cringing at the choice of words used for appreciation but hey it's work. "My wife, Susan, will be in and out most of the day so just tell her the damage if I'm not back when you finish, she'll write you the check."Jim heads off to work so I set about my tasks, only but five minutes later the door bursts. My mouth was packed full of something. Two. There was about a mileof duck tape wrapped around my head. The material in my mouth felt silkyand tasted musky and womanly. I could only guess that my neighbour wasusing my mouth as a laundry hamper for her soiled knickers. Several pairswere probably in there right now jacking my jaws open. The tape waswrapped around my head and over my mouth, sealing in the panties andcovering my face from nose to chin. Just for good measure she had alsowrapped the.