She caught me there and gave a naughty smile and pressed her boob in a little more power and went to the kitchen.From that day onwards I started obser...ving her. I started to stare her at every possible angle, every possible time.Imagine guys how it will be when she sits on the floor and cutting fish and vegetables and I am sitting in a chair in front of her. That was really nice view and enough for me to get Goosebumps. So always I used to sit in front of her on this kind of occasions and I. John was working in another part of the plant so I did not see him till our lunch break. When I waved him into my office he was embarrassed and could not look at me. I assured him that there were no hard feelings and told him how much I had enjoyed the party. He seemed relieved and when I coaxed him he admitted that he enjoyed his last dance with my wife.That afternoon I had an idea that I thought might work. As John was leaving the plant I called him aside and asked if he wanted to join me at. ”As we unlocked the office and closed the door behind us Lynn says, “I feel like doing something crazy tonight.”“Strip club?” I suggested.“Maybe,” she replied.I approach her from behind as she was shuffling some working papers on the desk and pressed myself against her backside, a growing bulge in my pants conspicuously present.“How about I just,” pausing for effect, “fuck you here?” I ask her as my hand grabbed her hips.Most of the time, Lynn and I don’t mix our business with pleasure, but. He intoned, his voice rising "I'm an independent contractor. I have to pay these men their wages out the money. You owe me. They ain't going to wait for your milk toast husband to get back to civilization so they can collect their pay. Now go get your purse and write me a check for the balance owed. Bottom line is we ain't leavin till we get paid."Dejectedly I slanked off to my bedroom to retrieve my purse. Upon picking it up, my ire began to rise. A pep talk was forming in my head. Who does he.