He was almost physically trembling with excitement as he typed out a few quick lines in response to the mens emails: Yes, I agree entirely with your s...ggestions re. forcing my wife to eat stinking shit-filth. Lets organise something. Over the next few days, a flurry of emails circulated between Rob and the two men, each one ever more foul and disgustingly vile than the preceding one. Some of the things written in regard to what could be done to his lovely wife were so vile as to really nauseate. Damien swallowed and looked at his stained apron, feeling awfully inadequate. The man leaned on the bar once again, his tongue quickly flickering over his lips. "That steak was delicious," the last word seemed to linger on his mouth before he finished the sound. "Can you show me where the restrooms are?" the man asked, twisting his wedding ring around his fourth finger. Damien jerked back to reality. "Umm - they're just around the corner, gents to the left," Damien replied and then realised. Possessively I let the tip of my finger run down her check continuing down her neck and chest until it rested against the top of her dress. Driving home Amy's lack of control I hooked my finger down below the delicate fabric and ran it over the top of her breast soliciting another moan from my girlfriend. Suddenly, without warning, I spun Amy around and forced her up against the wall. Maintaining my solid grip on her wrists I pressed my body up against hers, pinning her to the wall. Hinting. “Would you be an angel when you come back and give me a hand to shift some of the confidential files we have here into storage?”“No problem, Ma’am,” I politely replied.“I can help too,” Tina offered.“Thank you, but no,” Janet replied in kindly tones. “They are quite heavy and dusty and I’d never hear the end of it from Beryl if you went back having breached the dress code by looking scruffy.”“Oh, oh yes,” Tina nodded, quite happy with the explanation as the company at this stage was very strict.