He doesn't have to do anything special. When I got to my room Jim was in bed. "So, ya going to show him?" He said. "Who," I asked. Truly not following...the question. "Bill," he said. "Are you going to show Bill how you look in your other bathing suit" "You're k**ding right?" I asked. He just shrugged his shoulders. "What, you want me to just put on that bikini and walk out there? Parading in front of people we work with?" I could see him thinking. "I know," he said. "Put on the bikini and call. " The lie sounded believable and you looked franticly around for any sign of your husband. He also said that your husband had arranged for this to be a special night and not to worry about anything.Panic stricken, you looked around again only to see that nobody was paying any attention to what was happening. There was no one there to help you and you tried to get out of your seat only to be roughly shoved back into it by the stranger. Oh, how could your husband do such a thing? Just wait until. I slid my hand under the table to her thigh -- our signal for "It's time to leave" -- but got no response -- she was laughing and Samuel was whispering something in her ear. She was shaking her head "No", but he was obviously persistent. With her skirt shortened, my hand was on her bare skin, so I slid it up to her crotch, both to get her attention and for a quick feel. To my surprise, instead of her panties I encountered another hand! Samuel was already at her crotch and was finger-fucking. ‘Feeling better, now that you know that it is me you’re in bed with?’ Ottilie whispered, as I kissed her on the tip of her nose. ‘Ottilie, I…’ ‘Oh come on, Taylor, I’m not daft. You’re a handsome, virile and exceptionably eligible young man. Just look at this place, I really can’t believe it. That you’re still single that is!’ ‘Ottie I don’t…’ ‘Taylor there’s signs of all of your conquest’s tucked away all over this room. Oh, and I wasn’t spying honestly! I was looking for your PJ’s’ ‘My.