He wasn't hard to find. On Friday I just went to the address Judy had given me. As I walked to his door I didn't know what I was going to do to him bu... the answer came to me soon after the door opened. Standing in front of me was an attractive woman. She was tall and blond and in her early thirties. She smiled at me as I introduced myself."You must be Jim's wife. Hi. My name is Pam Johnson; I used to work with your husband."She looked puzzled but she shook my hand and invited me into the. We'd worked together for about six weeks, mostly in a compact command post set up in a fish-bowl conference room at our main supplier's offices. Freelancers all, we each had our areas of expertise, with some overlap, and we all knew the complexities involved. We were a fairly diverse bunch: four men from their twenties to forties, and one thirty- something woman.It was a job worth big bucks, one key part of a larger project worth many times more. The idea of a missed deadline doesn't exist here. What did happen was 2 things, firstly Wren had an orgasm and secondly, whilst she was up there 2 young women walked in carrying plates of buffet type food, followed by a young man carrying some drinks.There was no way that Wren could stop even if she’d seen them. They had put the food and drinks on a table and were walking out when Wren finally saw them.“Did they see me?” Wren asked, “They glanced over to you but that’s all it was,” Aryn said, “Clint told me that they were his regular caterers. She ran her hands all over my body, exploring every part of it. Particularly my breasts were visited innumerous times and my pussy had probably never before been cleaned that thoroughly.After the shower Arlette dried me meticulously with her fluffy bath towel, again making sure that no part of me would be forgotten. Then, after having dried herself and having slipped her bath robe back on, she told me to lie on my bed belly-down and rubbed moisturiser into my skin.When she had finished my back.