The other hadn't been married for more than a few years and from appearances, not only was she kind of shell shocked in her marriage, but her husband ...it her from time to time.I picked the single woman anyway because to me a marriage was a marriage. I, even after what had happened to me, didn't want to fuck up someone else's marriage. Her name was Elsa and she lived only a couple of miles away from me. She was some sort of nurse's assistant and she wasn't half bad looking. I had people tailing. Next to me, Lesley had already motioned to ‘five’ as she slid a little forward in her seat and parted her legs. ‘Five’ dutifully crawled beneath the table and presented her head between Lesley’s open thighs where Lesley had raised the hem of her dress to allow ease of access to her neatly shaved quim. ‘Five’ rested her arms on Lesley’s thighs and slowly began to lap along the presented slit before swirling her tongue deep inside the now dripping pussy. I felt myself salivate as I watched this. “Hi Claire.” I gush to the petite slut, which nearly got the job I wanted. Nobody gets the jobs I’m after. Not after I got bypassed for my first promotion seven or eight years ago. Back then I vowed to achieve, whatever I wanted, and I have succeeded thus far. Three promotions later, I am on brink to join the big guns. Björn attending might be the best thing about this celebration. I can already start my work on him.“Sorry, would you please repeat the question.” Damn, it’s so hard to pay. I gaze at her big breasts, the bulge of her sex mound under her bikini, that cunt hair, those smooth, tanned, provocatively spread thighs. My penis suddenly feels heavy. It’s starting to rise. I stroke my penis and my balls, and watch my half erect swing as it sticks out horizontally from my own thick bush of pubic hair. I open the magazine and flick through the pages. It’s Danish or Swedish, but I don’t care, it’s the pictures inside I’m interested in! My heart starts to pound at sights hardly.