He was using me to cement an important business contact, and it turned him on no end to be reminded that Stan had got into his wife's pussy, even thou...h he thought it was only with fingers.At one point, Stan steered me into an office that was empty and dark, and he was all over me. I resisted a little, but I didn't want to make a fuss. Any scene here would be a disaster. At the casino, Stan and I were anonymous. Here, I'm the wife of a partner, and he's an important client. So I can't really. .." No, um, not really."Chantelle was brushing down my thigh with her open hand, then back up with her nails. I could feel my cock coming to life. I had to have a woman soon, I mean I was starting to shake at her touch, but... surely not Chantelle?Chantelle's hand slid from my thigh as I stood up quickly and paced across the small room. I put my drink down on a small side table and leaned against it. I was hoping my cock wasn't too prominent in my pants. I mean, Chantelle was beautiful, but I. When people arrived, they were expected to immediately get rid of their clothes and become completely natural, that is, completely nude. Believe it or not, after a little while you get used to it and lose all self- consciousness. If people have fat bellies, you soon take that as natural and ignore it. Most of all, though, you ignore all the pussies and cocks and crotch hair right there before your eyes. There was another rule, too--it wasn't written down anywhere, but everyone knew it: You were. "Really? You don't mind?" She asks."No, I don't. However, I do want you to remember the feeling of your own pussy wrapped around your own dick." He says with a smirk.She hits him in the chest and turns around so her backs to her."That's gross." She says with a smirk.He wraps his arms around her stomach at first, but then has his left arm reach up and grope her tit, while his right hand reached down and started teasing her pussy."You know you want it." He says.She turns back around and he grabs.