"The door was locked, but judicious use of Vasquez' small pry bar corrected that."Shit!" Guterrez exclaimed as they entered the lab. "There are fuckin...g boxes of shit everywhere." (Jeff had recently gotten several shipments of lab supplies.)Vasquez pointed. "There's a door over there. Maybe it's the office that politician talked about."(Note: Jeff has an office in his lab for lab related work, but has a business office near his suite.)Inside, they looked around. "Better in here. Not nearly as. Let me get Joyce.”“Steve!” Joyce exclaimed when she came to the phone.“Hi, Joyce! You sound happy to hear from me.”“Yes, and a bit surprised. What’s up?”“I figured we should talk before I came home.”“About grandfather, I guess.”“Yes. I was wondering what you had told him.”“Actually, nothing so far. I’ve never taken Roy to grandfather’s house.”“So that’s his name. I don’t think you ever mentioned it in your letters.”“No, I guess I didn’t. But anyway, I figured that until you came home, I didn’t. I was inheaven as I lapped at the sheer fabric my wife wearsbetween her legs and covers her hot pussy and ass.I was so wrapped up in my jack-off session that Ididn’t notice the door to the bathroom open. “So that’s why my panties are always so wet when I dothe laundry,” my wife said as I froze, my cockstiffening even more at my situation of being caught.“You’re a pantyboy, a pantyboy,” she said mockingly,“why didn’t you tell me. She was still wearing the tight, short dress she had been wearing at the interview and she was still pretty sure that it would have worked for her if there hadn´t been another woman present at the interview. She took a deep breath. “Don´t tell me that you have other plans, Marie…She touched her glasses and said nothing. She had absolutely no plans for the weekend. Most of her friends were married now and had other priorities. “You also know that this offer probably won´t…“Two thousand!” she.