I looked at him through the rear-view mirror and said, “So we’re off to the McMenamins Anderson School Hotel, I love that place!”He replied back... “Yeah I’ve never been. I’m here for a conference there. You should join me and give me a tour.”I didn’t say anything back immediately but did give him a big smile through the mirror again. He started chatting me up asking if I’ve ever joined anybody for a drink before. I admitted I had but not too often. He then asked me what’s the wildest thing. Roberts, let’s chat in here shall we Susan’Looking around the Barn I thought it a good a place as any to talk, more so when I was invited to sit upon a soft inviting bale of straw.Oddly Stefan Roberts had not invited me to use his own Christian name but was happy to use my own when addressing me; I thought no more about it, only later would I discover the reason for this formality.‘So then Susan’ began Stefan Roberts, himself remaining standing a few feet away from me.‘Jason had told My wife. She told me to fuck her when I felt I was ready.I looked at her cute face and asked what her name was. Sarah, she answered, like in Sarah's Cleaning Services. I am the owner of the company and had to come over one day a couple of months ago to take a shift from an employee that got sick. So she had come over to clean and found the vibrator under my wife's pillow. She said that she had not had sex for a long time and decided to try it on her clit. She said that she had cum so strong in less than. He firmly placed his hands on both of my wife’s boobs and started gently squeezing it in rhythm as if he was milking it. Marck was squeezing her boobs for about 5 mins now and drops of milk started dropping on the floor. Marck asked me if I wanted coffee and I said yes. He said the coffee machine is behind me and asked me to help myself. I had myself a nice cup of hot coffee.I found a nice comfortable chair and sat with my coffee, slowly sipping it watching a stranger squeezing my nude wife’s.