He husband and my wife had no clue what she was doing, but I did. She looks at me with a sheepish grin, moves her hand down between her legs and stick... a finger into her panties. I started to get hot and my cock was growing, it was confined under my running shorts which actually gave NO protection from a hard cock. It didn’t take long for it to surface it head and she from where she was sitting could see it. She then took another finger and went down the sides of her panties and moved them. She wore the most colorfulof bras, and they looked expensive, lacy and totally feminine. She'dwhisper in my ear that her panties were just as pretty and maybe I'd liketo see them too. Again, I'd be squirming in my chair.On Friday, most of work was done and Hedda 'accidently' bumped into herdesk, putting a run in her pantyhose. She winked at me as she walked toour director's desk, asking permission to run to the store and pick upanother pair of pantyhose. She asked that I be allowed to join. The cashmere sweater lies on the floor, forgotten now. My warm hands hold her shoulders lightly. She smiles, sighs. She presses her breasts against my chest as she leans forward to receive my kisses. My hand cups the back of her head. She whispers against my lips, ‘I am your woman.’ My hands drop to her waist, seeking the buttons of her skirt. Two buttons pose no barrier, the zipper opens noiselessly. She steps back and permits the woolen skirt to puddle at her ankles. She is a study in. It would take away the funfor at least Richard?s sick mind. ? Yes. Richard knewhe was sick but he didn?t care what anyone thought as long as he satisfied hiscraving. Richard had everything he ever dreamed, was coming together nicely. ? His crew of guardswas all loyal to him and all? thirty wasall hand picked by Richard before he left the states. They were paid and cameto central America on Richard?s promise that they would all benefit sexuallyand financially. ? The guards thatRichard had.