She was married at that time too to a big Dutch meathead. I thought I'd never have a chance to smell what her juices are like. For the most part, I wo...ld just admire her laundry hung up in the yard, mostly her bra which were hung up. I never really got to see her panties until one evening it was late out and she had left her garage door open. In the garage, there was a laundry basket and in the basket was a few clean, small, white panties. Not terribly interesting, and I didn't take them. I was. Not the French part. They had expected that, part of the 'what the fuck' nature of the universe they found themselves in. No, it was the smoking. Could it be this easy?"Excuse me, Sir," he said, trying to dredge up long forgotten high school French. The monkey turned his attention to him, eyebrows raised. "I am not good at this language, so forgive any mistakes." I would not expect a hairless being to be otherwise! Are you the ones who called?" Yes. I am Captain Anthony. We would like transport. To my knowledge, my wife has never had sex with anyone else; she was a virgin when we first got together. I knew this would make what I wanted even better, even kinkier.I arranged everything ahead of time with my friend the bartender at the club where bikers hang out.My wife agreed that we would spend the evening going where I wanted and doing what I desired, no questions asked.I chose her wardrobe: a see-thru top and no bra or panties, short skirt, seamed stockings and garters, heels, jewelry. "Do we have a problem Brian?" Yeah, just because you're the boss's nephew don't think you can push me around, you're just a kid." I must admit, I was a bit set back."Brian, I started here pushing a broom and picking up scrap when I was ten years old. I know every process from start to finish, some of the procedures I was part of setting up. The other thing you need to understand is that when my father passed away, I became the principle shareholder in the company. As far as pushing anyone.