Obviously Jill and I discussed this in detail and if she had been uncomfortable with it she would have said so at the beginning. What came to concern ...e later was this. If it were Jill doing to rounds, I would have been uncomfortable. So why was Jill not when I was doing it? But more of this later. For the most part my duties were easy, and if I have to admit it, pleasurable. The women were all attractive, cultured, refined and most of them wanted what women the world over want — to feel like. ” He looked at me curiously. “Okay. What exactly is it?” I set my coffee cup down and looked him in the eye. “We both love it when I fuck you with the strap-on like the nasty little bitch you are. And you are aware of my fondness for watching two men fuck. I think it's time you took a real cock up the ass for me.” There was a moment of silence. I knew he wouldn't love the idea; might even resist it. Being with another man was as close to a hard limit as he had, but he hadn't entirely ruled it. That feeling along with trying to cover her pussy and hold her skirt down, distracted her and her boss so much, that neither of them noticed the police car come up behind them until the lights were blaring. Her boss pulled the car over and placed a blanket he had in the backseat over Monique’s legs, since the sight alone would probably get them arrested. As the cop reached the driver side of the vehicle, Monique’s boss asked, ‘How are you doing officer, what did I do wrong?’ The cop looked. My wife exclaimed that was great and that she was free, and excited. I needed a company, so I asked 8 of my friends and co-workers if they wanted to see a catfight and then be prepared to take on the winner in a gangbang! To my surprise even the married men were excited to do this, and they all knew Samantha. That Saturday night finally came and I called my girlfriend and told her to come over because we needed to talk. Samantha was already there, but she had no idea that down in my basement.