The sound of diesel engines idling, coolers howling, electricity humming, and the relief valves made the place seem teeming with life. It was thunderi...g and vibrating with the idling of a dozen diesel prime movers just waiting to take the impending rush hour crowd home from their jobs in the Windy City. Soon it would be truly swarming with commuters rushing to and fro, grabbing their drinks, and heading home from the drudgery of office work.The diesel engines, trapped in a tiny space, made the. But Dawn, who had a shapely but very petite 102-pound body, seemed to be very comfortable and confident in the tight, low-cut dress.In fact, seeing his wife in the dress stirred some reoccurring fantasies in Brad as they shared a bottle of sparkling wine in their room before heading to the banquet. Throughout their five-year marriage, Brad had toyed with the idea of directly asking Dawn to seduce another man.But instead, he just made what he thought were vague references to his fantasies. Dawn,. I swear her nipples were hardening as she stood there.Tight-lipped, he shook his head, although it was noticeable he couldn't take his eyes off Katja's chest either. Seeing his discomfort only made things more enjoyable for me, so I continued my teasing.“Oh come on, Paul, don’t be such a killjoy," I teased him, "you know how much I hate drinking alone.” He nodded before realising he'd meant to say no so he quickly began shaking his head again and I could see Katja looking puzzled.“Oh dear,. ” “No I don’t. Why don’t you clarify?” My head spun, I could practically taste the mintiness of his gum. “They… poop.” I rushed into the ladies’ room laughing. After I took care of business, I waited a while before washing my hands. I wanted to see how long he’d wait for me. After washing them, I did my makeup. Some eyeliner and mascara and gloss. I went out, he was still there. “Jeez, what were you doing?” “Sorry, couldn’t find my mascara.” I told him. He examined me. “Why do you wear.