Soon, she was thinking erotic thoughts. She wanted him to look at her again, to see her naked and wet…maybe see she was exciting herself. She enjoye... touching herself, imagining it was him touching her again. She got up her nerve. Calling to John, she said, “Actually, I don’t have everything I need. Could you please help me?” She asked in a seductive way. She could see his movements, see him take something off over his head, followed by a slight crouching action, as if he was removing something. I was very afraid of this trip, I knew I had to perform. We were here for a conference, seven days worth and then we were going to spend some time at a few of the offices. I had only been with the company two years, it is the first job I landed when I finished college. We collected our baggage and got to the hotel. Thats was the start of the trouble. "Someone screwed up big time" Anne said to me. They are all out of rooms and we are going to have to share till they can figure something out.. She then made her way to the door she was going to the bathroom to clean herself. I told her to stop. “The cctv cameras will see” She replied “Dhur kita khortum” (damn what shall I do now then) I then said “go home and clean up” she didn’t say anything and she came back towards me to collect her belongings. She asked if I had tissue I gave her some and she wiped her pussy and put her panties back on with her kameez trousers. She then fixed her scarf back on while I pushed my table back to place. We both missed New Orleans, but I needed a job and one materialized shortly after moving to our new adopted state. I would have never believed that I'd be kneeling in some posh home of some rich fucking white guy, jacking off and watching my wife getting it from both ends by a bunch of strange men. But here we were. The big boss had called me into his office the morning after the party and after a bunch of hedging, he finally came to the point that he and a few of his friends would like to.