The terrified looks on their faces pretty much matched the way he was feeling.He heard the door open and turned to see the Accountant hurrying out, st...ll fumbling with the buttons on his coat. It looked like someone was after him, the way he raced out of there. Maybe he was ... being chased.Maybe they were all being chased. If so, it looked like whomever or whatever was chasing them had gotten several and then gotten lost before anyone noticed.That pretty woman who had been sitting by the front. Two women were standing there looking at the photographs on the wall with their backs to me.“Lovely aren’t they?” I asked.“Yes, they are Bobby. They are positively unique,” one of the women said as she turned to face me.I staggered back a step as I was confronted with the subject of the photographs displayed on the wall.She approached me and wrapped her arms around me.“How have you been, Bobby?”“Chloe! My god what a surprise. I never expected to see you again. How long has it been about. "She'll be staying fordinner. You can see why!" she said playfully.Mandy was taking in the view. My outie was in plain site, and it wassemi-erect, courtesy of Marty laying on top of me. "Ah, I thought she wasa girl?" No, better. When it's hard, it's as big as this is." Marty said,grabbing the strap on dildo with her hand."Wow! And she's so beautiful, too!" Mandy said.I blushed. My outie was getting harder.Marty noticed. "Mandy, come feel it," she commanded.Mandy came over and reached out for my. "That's the English side of him, Jen," my wife responded. "Perfect gentleman, great sense of humour, and, of course, that accent, which you seem to like so much." "Oh gosh yes, I bet every girl he talks to loves it." She moved her head slightly and let her tongue drift over her lips, wetting them as I watched. That familiar delightful tingle returned. "Well, Jerry, do all the girls you talk to love your accent as much as I do?" She pursed her lips and blew me a quick kiss. I looked across at my.