"Put him through," I replied."Who is this? And you better be ready to explain what you did to my men!" thundered in the air immediately after I finish...d speaking.The area around me grew quiet. "Well, the who really doesn't matter," I replied. "You are on the other side of the door and I don't think we'll be meeting for tea and crumpets anytime soon. As for our explaining what we did to your men, well, they came over and blew up one of our protective doors. We gave them a warm and sharp welcome. . It is the fear of getting caught in the act that usually misleads me to such irrational fears. Not this time!Today I want to get caught. I want you to walk in on me. I want you to see the slutty side of your wife. I want you to burst into our bedroom to the speaker's moans mingled with mine. I want you to find the sullied bedsheets that testify of your wife's prurience.Spurred on by these thoughts, I let out a first open-mouthed expression of my lust. On the screen, a girl—barely older than. “John Deacon, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Rosalind Christianson. Oh, and in case you didn’t know, Carrington’s first name is Stanley.”“That fits him so well. Stuck up prick,” Deacon muttered.“Rosalind, why don’t you talk with Arthur here about what he can do to help you some. I need to head back to Sanctuary, and I’m stealing his wheels.”She looked puzzled. “What does that mean?”“Pre-war thing. I’m taking his transportation. C’mon, Deacon. You’re with me on this.” I left two people. You can tell me what you really want. OK?”I nodded again.She had finished setting the hook of seduction, even though I wouldn’t realize I was caught until after lunch.“Susan. You have no idea how it feels.” I said through her panties.“Oh, yes.” she paused, “Yes, I think I do.”I felt my whole body getting ready. My orgasm was tantalizingly close and my muscles were getting tense. My legs began to quiver with excitement.Susan whispered in my ear, “Gettin’ close?”"Uh-huh."She took her panties away.