David sat behind an impressively large desk by the window. He looked up as I entered with no expression on his face. I don’t really know what I was ...xpecting from our meeting, but I always foresaw an encounter with the husband of one of the wives that I had fucked to end badly.An argument, a punch in the face or worse. David appeared unmoved, or if he was, he hid it well.“So, you must be my wife’s new protégé,” he said, extending a tanned hand out towards me, his grip surprisingly strong as he. I had the pleasure of seeing them do this a few times before. He lowered his hand to her shorts and began rubbing her, she was getting very wet. His hand went into her shorts and I could see he was putting a finger into her, she moaned again. As he went deeper she sighed again and told him "put two in". Her hand dropped to his and held him there as he fingered her pussy. She looked at me and smiled then turned to kiss him again. "I'm cumming don't stop!" She put her arms around his neck for. Before we knew it we were at the end of the line. We got off and had a 30 minute wait for the return trip. There were about 10 people on the platform and we decided to sit somewhere where we were guaranteed to be seen.The train arrived and waited for everybody to board. We followed a female in her mid 20's and sat diagonally opposite her on the other side of the train.Once our tickets had been checked Mrs V immediately went to work. She again opened her coat and started to masturbate. The girl. It wasn't what Corvus would have expected of a patrician restaurant. There were no white tablecloths or golden forks and the slaves who served their lunch appeared to have been chosen more for their competence as for their attractiveness.Still, the food was good and the view worth seeing. Plebeians walked along the boardwalk dressed for the beach, which was to say close to not at all. Some of the women wore tiny string bikinis that barely covered their sex and their nipples. Others wore only.