The dancing part I was really excited about as my hubby is not much of a dancer. Hubby knew I would not be coming home that night if everything went w...ll. We spent most of the evening just talking and dancing. I said nothing when we slow danced and his hand rested on my ass. As the hour got late I asked him if he was ready to go. Where did I want to go? I told him that it might be nice if I could see his place. He had a house in the country and lived alone. I think that is when he realized that. My Secret Santa noticed a stain in the crotch of Gwyn’s panties which announced her sexual prowess as did her bottom twitch.The thought Santa knew her panties were stained with her love juices made her coltish legs tremble as her stern lover prepared to continue her spanking with his wide meaty hand, first removing her shiny sheer red panties and forcing her legs wide apart to expose her in a more inviting though humiliating fashion.“Look at that your pink pucker is winking at me”, he told. What about the third? Are you putting agents on my place again?”“Would you consider protective custody?” the Agent asked hopefully.“Yeah, no, not going to happen,” Doug said flatly. “I can afford to have private security if I decide I want it, and I have things to do that I can’t do if I’m stuck in some shithole safe house playing solitaire.”The FBI agents left with promises that they would let him know if they got any creditable information on a new threat, and with assurances that they would. " Trish looked embarrassed, and to be honest her expression was one of concern. "You uh ... what's with the suit?" I am ... not versed in culb ... I mean, club etiquette," I slurred the word, and knew I was truly wasted."It's uhm, original." Trish smiled, her embarrassment fading slightly as she looked at me."Well, I must say you look very nice tonight," I tried. I knew I had beer goggles on, but to be honest, Trish did look fantastic, with her hair done up in a convoluted style, and her.