While she was in there, I ordered some room service for us. Nikki came out wearing a big fluffy robe, hair still wet from her shower. She still looked...hot even with no make-up and in a bathrobe.After room service dropped off our food, we sat on the bed eating and talking about our lives. It seemed too good to be true that we had so much in common. I would just enjoy whatever time together we had.As we were talking, Nikki’s robe was slowly falling off her shoulders. I put my hand behind Nikki’s. Very, very few took the time to send an email. I responded to those who did, thanking them for taking the time. And I gladly took to heart their criticisms and suggestions for future stories.I was working on my fifth story when I heard the famous yodel. I was excited, knowing it was Yahoo notifying me that I had new mail. My excitement though, was dampened quickly as I read it:“Dallas:If you write another story, you should give the main female character your real name.Your Secret Admirer”My jaw. “Fuck off will you, I want to watch”.I was happy watching as well. This was by far one of the better nights.In the other car, each bloke that had already cum, watched as the woman inside wanked herself with a variety of objects, none of which we could see. It was obvious she was a show only, no contact.When the last bloke had shot his load in to the bonnet woman, another bloke came forward and asked two others to hold up her legs. They did and he knelt down and buried his face into her well. Then, in the taxi, she had thought of a way to punish him later, when they were back at home. But when he misbehaved and embarrassed her over dinner she had decided to act immediately. Thinking back she had no idea how she had come up with asking Emma for a pair of panties and making her husband put them on, but it had all worked out well. The double embarrassment was just what Roger needed to be brought back to being a kind and obedient husband and Emma, oh well, she would explain it to her.