He grabbed her bags and had her follow him up to his apartment. He opened the door and had her come inside. He closed the door and told her to follow ...im. He walked back to where the bedrooms were. He opened the door to one of the rooms and inside she saw a big king sized bed with a TV and his computers. He told her this was where she could speak freely. He told her to stand in the hall while he put her things in the room. He set her things down next to his bed and came back to where she was. I started taking a couple pictures at that point, which he was ok with as long as he wasn’t able to be identified. To make things flow more smoothly, I suggested I go down to the lobby to let them get to know each other. He gives me a thumbs up as my wife wastes no time in unzipping his pants and lowering her head into his lap to start sucking his cock.At this point, I left the room and only have the following account directly from my wife:"Tony’s (the older man) cock was already hard by the. How could it not...” I stuttered. “Well, honey,” said Anita, “if you can’t wrap you mouth around your words, wrap it around my titty.” I sucked contentedly on her proffered nipple while I planned my next move. Oh, who am I kidding. I didn’t have another move. I lost my spunk when I lost my spunk. “I have a confession to make,” Anita purred, as she stroked the hair on my head. “Those missing men are here in my house, only there are 57 of them altogether.” “What?” I said, jumping to my feet. “But. " Hmmm...I was a finalist in Miss Teen USA, you met me at a bar in Vegas,and when you told me you were going into the Marines I agreed to go toyour senior prom with you. How's that?" Fucking ridiculous," he steamed."Oh dear. Well, how's this then: we met at a church retreat, yourparents invited me to stay with them while my mom and dad are away, andwhen your girlfriend dumped you I took pity on you and agreed to be yourdate for the prom?" Better. Still fucking ridiculous, but better," he.