There were three middle aged ladies sitting at a picnic table near the rear of the room. Their eyes lit up when I entered. I ranked their threat asses...ment as high. Not because I thought they were assassins, but because I had a feeling I had seen at least one of them before. If I had, then it had been during one of my visits to the farm.I opened a channel to the farm while the black man behind the counter found a bag for me. He handed it to me and I put it on my cafeteria tray just like the. One of them was thecompany that Martin worked for. It had begun its existence as a start-up a few years before, but had expanded rapidly into the defence andavionics sectors. It had recently successfully bid for a contract tosupport a Swedish aircraft development programme. Martin was one of theproject's chief engineer-designers, and had thrown himselfenthusiastically into the work. I was pleased for him.One evening when we were at home together, his mobile phone bleeped.Without thinking, I. "You know me too well," Jeannie began."That's not true. Now tell me what this is about." I think..." she paused, waiting for the waitress to set our coffee in front of us, ask if there was anything else we needed and leave."I think ... I know Josh is cheating on me." Look at me, Jeannie."She raised her eyes. "You're the only one I can talk to about this. Do you think I'm jumping to conclusions?" Probably," I said, smiling and watched her try to smile too. "What makes you think something's going. She finished washing my feet and lower legs and looked up to see me staring at her breasts and nipples. She smiled and jiggled her chest for me and then leaned forward to kiss me. She looked into my eyes and then her hand slide down my wet chest and she wrapped her hand around my hard cock. She grabbed the bar of soap and lathered her hand and started to wash my crotch and balls. Swirling her fingers around my heavy balls and then around the base of my cock. She washed my pubic hair and then.