He lets go of my hands and lifts my skirt up to reveal the lacy thong I have over my shaved pussy. He moves it to the side and starts to lick so sligh...ly it’s almost painful, I want so much more and he is teasing so badly. HE gradually starts to lick more, and harder, he starts to suck on my swollen clit and puts a finger into my vagina. I am so close to an orgasm I can’t breathe. He stops, and I take a breath, I get down from the counter and we do our best to get to the bedroom through the. “You’re the curator,” Rodwell had said. “The trustees are looking for a scapegoat and it certainly isn’t going to be me. You should have made better security arrangements. I’m sorry, Maxine, you’ll have to go.”Maxine thought of a dozen clever things to say after she left his office in stunned silence but it was too late. All she could do, she thought, would be to find the real culprit and, since she was not so naive as to imagine that would get her job back, and get her revenge on Rodwell for. We paid and entered the theater. It was quite dark, but I could see there where maybe 15 guys there, most sitting, but maybe 5 black men standing against the wall. They were all jacking off. I could tell my wife was uneasy, so I took her by the hand and led her to the front of the theater. I grabbed her ass as we walked down the aisle. We sat down and immediately a bunch of guys took up seats in front of us, behind us, and one black stud sat right next to my wife. She whispered to me she. She paused, smiled, pointed into the belly of the room I couldn't see, and beckoned.At street level, the winner of the bad timing awards rounded the corner below the lit window and approached; a middle-aged lady in a thick knee-length coat, laden with shopping. My adrenaline kicked into overdrive and I dropped to a crouch, pretending to tie my shoelaces. She mercifully puffed past me up the hill, skidding occasionally, barely acknowledging my presence. I waited a little longer, pulse racing,.