25 mins, be at the T-station. I will come and pick you up.Me – What? Why?K – Don’t act like a kid. We both know for what, so be there on time. I...hate waiting, and I shall ping you once I reach. Bye.I was staggered, dumbfounded, and shocked at how quickly the events unfolded for the evening. I tried to calm myself and recap what had happened and the possible outcomes by keeping my excitement in place.The good and bad outmatched each other. Not wanting to lose the opportunity if it was real, I. The Scotch is beginning to take effect on me when you emerge from the bathroom. I take my first long look at you and am stunned by your beauty. You are wearing a coral nightie, tan thigh highs, pink thong, and black pumps. Your makeup is flawless and you are sporting a shoulder-length blonde wig. I notice a distinct bulge in your thong which is barely concealed by the hem of your nighty. You twirl for me as I exclaim, "Jenny, you look simply delicious!" We embrace again and I get a whiff of. ”“I said I’m sorry; what else do you want?”“What else do I want?” he grinned evilly before continuing “I want your wife asshole!”“Well then, you can go to hell,” I replied defiantly.“Probably, probably,” I heard just before he punched me in the face. I felt stars and blood dripping from my nose. Gino tightened his grip around my neck while the other hoodlum kept up the pressure on my arm. I blinked my eyes to try to get them to focus. Tony was leering at me.“You know your little wife is a. It’s Colin.“So, how are things from London, Larry?”“Pretty good last month,” I croak, my mouth dry. Trying to stay focussed, I take a sip of water.“Sorry, bit of a frog there,” I waffle, as Annie gives a particularly vigorous suck on my rodger, and I almost shoot my load then and there. I read out the key figures from my notes, trying hard not to look at what’s going on just inches below the level of the table. Believe me, it’s hard to talk sense when a girl is doing her best to suck your knob.