We started kissing again as my hand roamed over her body. Moving down to her hip, then her thigh, I put my hand under her skirt. Amy let out a groan...as I caressed her panty-covered ass.“If you don’t want me to do something, tell me, and I’ll stop,” I said.Amy rubbed my chest, moving her hand lower until she touched my crotch. My cock swelled against her fingers as she stroked me through my slacks. When she tugged at my belt, I helped her open my pants. Amy slipped her hand into my boxer. "You have 25 minutes to bedecent and standing at your front door."All of this? Had he somehow orchestrated it all. My boss? The police?If I had doubted the sincerity of his threats or the boasts of hispower before, he sure knew how to prove a girl wrong. I stood up andlooked at my reflection in a mirrored wall on the other side of theempty gas station. Walking closer, I could see that my makeup and hairwere an absolute mess. My lipstick was smudged and almost completelygone. There were lines in. The third one was from his mother.“Hello, darling. Happy anniversary. Now remember to set your alarm for four o’clock. Leave yourself a note to listen to this again. Dress in a suit, take plenty of money, and pick up Beverly at work. Take her out to a nice restaurant to celebrate your anniversary. Love you both.”He looked ashamed. I tried to look stern, but couldn’t hold back my laughter. He took me in his arms and hugged me.“You laughed!” he said. “Have you stopped being mad at me? Should we. He wouldn’t be looking for wall pictures but wanted a picture of my wife! It is amazing how interested a guy gets when he knows your wife has big tits and loves sucking cock.My stealth plan was taking effect. This is a perfect cuckold for me. I told Sherry I would be late that night and gathered some tools for my plan, entering the store after she was gone home. And into that back storage room. I drilled several holes in the old wood and used dirt to make them look old from our work room,.