Let’s open this video and see what we have. Maybe it will give us a clue to who this guy was.”As the video started, they could tell that the camer... was located high above a desk. Two women were talking when quite suddenly one of the women embraced the other.“What the fuck is this?” Bob asked.It took Heather another thirty seconds to realize it was the video made of her and Trish having sex in her office. She was too upset to say a word. Heather waited for her husband to figure out who was in. My body wants to do stuff my head hasn’t caught up with yet. I just love being close to you and feeling your strong hands holding and touching me. I’m sorry if I’m ... um ... teasing. That’s not what I meant to do.”“Cindy, I just want to be here for you and not pressure you. That goes for music and sex and travel and whatever else. It just gets hard sometimes. But I know how to take care of that,” I said.“Yeah. You could walk into any other room in the house and take care of it,” she giggled.. I parked in the rear of the building, which Dave had assured me was okay, turned off the car and locked the doors. I slithered out of my sweats and kicked off my tennis shoes. I discovered that I didn’t have the agility to do the shoe straps within the car, so I lowered the visor and tried to do my makeup. Who ever called those visor mirrors vanity mirrors should be shot--the light was dim and I didn’t really do a good job of applying my eye shadow and mascara. But I figured the bar was dark. But some part of him was frozen, needing to see what happened next. Instead of “fight,” or “flight,” there was only paralysis. “Oh yeah, Baby. I’ve been starving for you!” Tony the Douche moaned. He kicked off his shoes and Ellie pulled off his pants. He was naked now except for his patterned dress socks. He pulled his long muscular legs up toward his broad shoulders. Peter’s wife knelt before Tony, licking up and down his bulbous ball sac and along his thick cock. “God yes, I love your mouth..