My nails are freshly painted but my wedding ringhas been placed in the hotel room safe. I look like a Hollywood starletor an expensive call girl. The ...atter being closer to the mark.The driver is on time but does not speak beyond his initial "Goodevening madam." Soft music plays on the sound system and my stomachflips several times it is short thirty minute ride to the coastalestate. The driver assists me out of the car and then drives off as hesees the front door open.Mason ushers me inside.. My wife came over me and suddenly she put her hand on my crotch, pressing against my very quiet dick, which immediately began to stir. She whispered in my ear that she had already told Petra was keen on participating in our photo sessions; although Terry was unaware of our actual conversation.I was a bit astonished, thinking in the chance of fucking this sensual wild redhead; when Petra walked over me and put a hand on my buttocks…She smiled and said she was horny about the idea; but she was. While he began hastily to open my blouse, I let myself to fall and his tail pfahlte me. I felt like my pussy stretched inside, while his cock penetrated in me. He and I groaned. He quickly opened the shutter of my bra and my big tits spread out before him."I noticed that Peter was becoming increasingly restless through my narrative. It seemed to excite him scary. The calmed me a bit and my fear of the consequences of the confession fell. I decided to tell more details in the hope that his lust. There was nothing he could do about it. He certainly couldn’t order the ship to turn around and come back. He couldn’t demand the families be returned after they arrived at wherever they were going. We knew where the ship was going, but had no information on whether the families would disembark there or be moved elsewhere. Even if by some miracle he could get enough authority to do that, which he couldn’t, by the time a message drone got there they might already be gone.There wasn’t even any.