I saw Julia and Jennifer coming out of the cloakroom and joining the party. Julia had nothing else than a black fishnet body stocking with black paten... thigh highs, her long blond hair in pigtails. My wife Jennifer, was wearing the corset / garter belt I offered her a couple of years before with black stockings, stiletto high heels, a choker necklace, long black nylon gloves and her beautiful hair in a pony tail.They were a few feet from each other and men were circling both of them. Two guys. "Won't be when WE'RE done! Tammy - take 'er in and get 'er ready!" She took my hand and lead me into a spacious bathroom. Jacuzzi tub, shower stall, tile floor. One whole wall of mirror. She sat me on the closed toilet seat and knelt in front of me. "I promise - it won't be that bad. You might ENJOY it if you relax. But if we don't do what they say, Bill & Jerry will dump us in the lake. And we won't be swimmin' out. OK?" The look of terror in her eyes told me it was so. "Toss his clothes out. She made a small cry as he pulled out two or three pubic hairs. ‘Sorry.’ ‘I’m okay,’ she told him. ‘Then fuck me.’ She slid herself along the length of his erection, letting it part her lips and wetting it with her juices. He was very hard. Not like Richard, she thought, and then vowed not to think of Richard again. She leaned forward, supporting herself on one hand, and lifted him so he was aimed at the entrance of her vagina. Cunt, she thought. His cock in my cunt. ‘Talk dirty to me,’ she. 00, you will see that is not going to be paid. The Golf club membership fee, the dinner at the Dorchester and other spurious claims have all been discounted of course. Oh and you will also find in the envelope your P-45. Marcus you are fired. As head of HR I have reviewed the evidence from a legal standpoint and find that apart from the criminal nature of your actions you have committed no less than 28 separate sackable offences, never mind the betrayal of trust that has taken place for what.