Steve could tell she was beginning to enjoy this, and the glistening moisture from her pussy told him he was right. He continued to slide his three fi...gers up her pussy, thrusting a little faster with each minute."Ohhhh," she moaned, then said something in her native tongue that Steve didn't understand. She began to buck her hips in unison with his invasive thrusts, and when her hand reached back to finger her clit, he knew she was ready.Steve removed his fingers from her pussy, keeping the one. Honeymoon was great because waking in the morning was simply due to bladder pressure and when I did awake there was a cuddly blonde Susan right beside me.That 'Susan' part is still there, still cute, still cuddly. Bladder's still full. But the alarm is going off and that means the time is not mine any more. She turns over."Kill that darned thing, baby," are the first words out of my wife's mouth. "Then kiss me." Giggle.One dead alarm. One kiss, augmented by various touches and squeezes. "I like. "Not until after the new year. London's like New York, the tradingfloors are closed. These trades with Tokyo are exceptional because ourtrading floors aren't open. These are private deals for private clientsand we haven't got access to daily figures except by dealing directlywith our colleagues in Tokyo." Oh," I said then had another thought. "Are these trade legal, I meanwith the New York exchange being closed?" Yes, we're licensed traders and the global markets never close. We'reactually. He was zipping his pants, obviously after taking a leak. They didn't attempt to run, but he grabbed them both by an arm and mumbled something, Stacy understanding only the word, "trespassers."The fully clothed, middle-aged man had hustled them to the door, and inside a room, before Stacy had time to much more than think that she and Betty had sure played hell.There were two men and two women standing near an inside doorway, all naked. They stared, as the man gave Stacy and Betty a shove forward.