The first was for an explanation, the next was that they were leaving, and the last was they had gotten out of the building but had men chasing them.G...imacing, he tried to plan the next step before shooting a message to Helen to make their way towards the docks. Thinking fast, he tried to imagine the direction they’d leave from the hotel and hoped they hadn’t just run down the main street. If they had, they might be caught quickly. He sent another message to get off the main street if they. She laughed, picked up the plate and again told me she’d be right behind. I stared at her back, just trying to imaging the round moulds of her ass moving up and down as she walked. I couldn’t help but wonder if her bending downwards had been out of purpose to somehow get my eyes fixated on her breasts. It wouldn’t be until later that I really knew.Her husband – my boss – soon returned from his phone call, an apologetic look on his face. “I’m sorry Jerome, but I’ll have to leave you to go attend. We drifted on: my wife reading; me sitting there trying to maintain an even-keel on the erotic rush I was on. After awhile, and to my surprise, my wife placed one hand on my lap and her fingers on my thigh while she continued to read her book. It sent a pleasant charge through me, and engorged my cock even more. I moved my swelling member over against my other thigh. Holding it between my finger tips and thumb, I started to slowly rub my shaft as nonchalantly as I could, while she read on. Soon. A quartet of plump pillows and another stuffed bear, although a more traditionally sized one. A reading bench beneath the corner windows. The furniture was dark stained oak veneer. A dresser covered with trinkets and tchotchkes, a round make-up mirror, and a few photos – landscapes and buildings, probably taken on a trip. A pair of night stands with just what you’d expect to find on them. Tissue box. Jewelry box. Reading light. Some more photos. Some books. Finally, at an answer to her.