"Cyndi was waiting for me when I got home. She was in bed, dressed in what she called her "Fuck me" clothes, high heels, garter belt and nylons. She s...iled when I came into the room and opened her arms:"I haven't thought of anything all day but fucking you. Get over here baby."I have a theory, but no scientific way of proving it. I think Cyndi's stamina at gangbangs is a function of use. Before I started setting her up we would make love, peak together and then relax in each other's arms until. We both want a blow job. Right, Scott?”Scott moved next to his teammate as he stared at the kneeling beauty queen. “Yeah. Absolutely! If you are as good as Tom says you are this won’t take long.”The sexy wife felt frightened and excited at the same time. It was like she felt in Wichita except this time she had the prying eyes of two teenagers. She swallowed hard. She couldn’t believe how badly she wanted to taste their pricks. The saliva was already built up in her hot mouth... Her hands came. I wrapped my fist around my dick and started to slowly pump. I closed my eyes enjoying the sensation of my hot throbbing cock sliding through my hand.I moaned. The feeling of my hand on my dick and the memories of what happened that morning were too much to handle. Suddenly, my cell phone rang. I tried to ignore it, desperate to get off, but as soon as the first call stopped my phone started ringing again. Annoyed I left the bathroom and searched the room for my cell which I finally found under. The food had come through a small airlock like our clothing. Our old company uniforms were sealed in a bag and incinerated. There was nothing to fear but there were too many frightened people who would be more reassured if we took a three-week vacation.A knock at the door woke me and I reached over to turn on the large LCD screen. I saw that one was Russian and the other British by their uniforms. The inquisition began and I had to work on my four guests and myself. I had to explain every ache.