When I left the cubicle I met Layla Matthews, one of the more ‘enthusiastic’ members who was doing her face. “Tommy Goldman has invited me to hi... party,” she told me without preamble. “I think it’s just the two of us. Why don’t you join us, Sam? Might as well enjoy the ‘fucking’ conference, no?” She laughed at her own joke and I could see she was as high as a kite, probably on the coke again. I made a mental note, declined her invitation and slipped back out into the ballroom. About an hour. 'Serena stuck out a leg for me and put her foot on my lap. My eyes glanced up to her crotch, her naked, shaven crotch. I took the stocking and put her foot in it and started pulling it up her leg. I soon got near her thigh and realized how close my hands were to her pussy. This was the first time I had thought of it as pussy. I then repeated the action with the other stocking.Serena then stood up and said, ‘Are the seems straight.'They were slightly crooked and I ran my hands up and down her. I was blushing furiously, they probably knew exactly what I was here for, and after all, it was 03:20am on a Thursday morning. He probably did this all the time. This thought made me jealous. We walked into the lift, through a beautiful lobby which I could hardly pay attention to. His hands caressed my face, playing with my hair as he brought me closer to his body. “Hello again,” he whispered into my ear. “Hi!” I managed to push the words out of my mouth despite my nervousness. His lips moved. Financially we were about level; we’d been earning pretty much the same salary. I conceded a point and made the divorce grounds irreconcilable difficulties rather than adultery; there was no point in making her antagonistic and dragging things out. Her lawyer was of course still trying to get more out of me – presumably to pad his fees – so we would have to go in front of the judge anyway.My lawyer advised me to go with it; we’d given ground and they hadn’t, and he’d tell the judge exactly.