She undid enough buttons to display a reasonable amount of cleavage and had chopped the crotch out of all the tights to allow a passage of air between...her legs. Jenny had fucked the heating engineer last summer to adjust the air-con in the lobby and it needed servicing again - so did Jenny. He had been pretty rough - bending her over the boiler, hands tied behind her back - she liked it rough - the rougher the better. Jenny could feel her pussy juicing up just thinking about the weight of his. She guided me to the door on our left and we walked into the small room. It had a dimmed light hanging from the industrial ceiling and red walls. There was 2 chairs and some kind of bed contraption disappearing into the wall. She told me to get naked and flashed me her ass as she skipped to the bed. I quickly pulled off my clothes as she laid down and slid her legs through the hole in the wall. I had now realised what kind of glory hole we were at. My wife was going to be the hole. She looked. As i settled into my sleeping bag i could hear Denise laughing, kissing and chatting to her by now very drunk husband. I could hear her undo his trousers and only guess the rest. But as i lay there i heard her call my name Matt.What's wrong Denise i replied, Nothing Ricks passed out and i wondered if you was still awake. A second or two later the zip of my tent opened and in crawled Denise totally naked. She said that she was very horny and needed a good fucking but her husband had passed out.. "I'm expecting an answer, faggot," she demanded."I slept well, Karen, thank you for asking," I stuttered."How dare you address me as Karen, faggot." "I'm better than you, andmore powerful than you, and you will address me as 'Mistress or MissKaren' from now on." "Got it, faggot?"I nodded my head in agreement. "Good girl!" "Now go and clean up my messin the kitchen, then go into the master bedroom and make 'my' bed."I spent the next few minutes cleaning what Miss Karen asked me to do. Shegot up.