He moves his knees up and you catch a glimpse of his cock. It dangles down, semi hard. Your wife has started to thrash about again; her muffled cries...are like you have never heard her before. Your boss has his fingers knuckle deep and is wriggling them inside her pussy, on her g-spot. With a finger and thumb of his other hand he has pushed back the hood, and is sucking on her protruding clit. Your wife’s hips push up into your boss’s face three four five six times and then her cries die away. You do understand this, right?" Ok...ok, I understand" Mark responded hypnotically. Quinton suggested they go to Mark's room and the two went to the elevators. In the lobby, they were waiting for the elevator when suddenly they heard a familiar voice. "Oh hey, Quinton, Mark I've been looking for you two." It was Jim Tavers. He explained that he had a dossier of the activities for the weekend and wanted to give it to the men. He told them his room was also in this hotel and asked the men to. He had done his own make up using blues to accentuate his eyes and pink on his lips and they were ready. They had loaded all their necessary items into purses and headed back into town to the shoe shop.The saleslady didn't recognise Sam at first but she was polite and helpful to both the young ladies. They chose a pair of matching shoes for Paul and a pair of lower heeled sandals. Sam though went for height. At only 5 foot 4 he could afford to and chose a pair of four inch heeled sandals in. She wished it was his hands instead that invaded her body. That night she dreamt of being his lover and how he made her do things, things of highly questionable nature. She woke in the small hours of the night with her hands between her legs, her sheets stained by her second orgasm that night.-----The next day the mail was delivered as usual by Carl, but he didn't even look at her. She found it left her empty, wishing he would look at her. She blushed. The day wore on without anything other.