He tossed the box to Newsum and said, "Now I'm gonna check the scissors and scalpel in that box when you're done, and if I don't find 'em, my assistan... here," he waggled the revolver, "is gonna ask for 'em back, so unless you want to be using that kit on your knee in a few minutes, you make sure you don't get possessive about its contents, y'hear?" Aw, Alex," Newsum groused, grinning, "you take the fun out of everything. Come on, then, and let's get you patched up."The prisoner did a creditable. The who’s who of the entertainment and fashion worlds lined the sides of the stage, rubbing shoulders with the trophy wives and spoiled children of the rich and famous. My aroused nipples pointed at the curious audience, but it was my wet pussy that attracted the most attention.The dress barely covered my ass cheeks and a small upside-down triangle was supposed to do its job in front. The spaghetti strings over my shoulders pretended to keep the dress from falling off. My ample breasts swayed. I am so fuckin horny by then, that I lay down on the bed and my wife stands up above my head so I can see up her skirt. I ask, "where are your panties"? She sits on my face as she tells me, "Andy has them".Well, I just about came right there. The smell that I am getting is her soaking wet pussy. No cum. She says that she ran into Andy at the cafe and they where catching up, so they decided to go to the park and talk some more. Andy took her to a very secluded section with a picnic table and had. " said Mary with a pout."You must be k**ding!" I responded to my wife, "I'm completely wiped out by the time I finish work, the last thing I want to do is to start helping you with your trade fair exhibition!"We continued our breakfast in comparative silence; the only words spoken being curt requests to pass the coffee or sugar. This was typical of my wife to spring this on me at the last minute. Apart from anything, I had a busy schedule today with meetings backed right up to 6pm. All I wanted.