.." Amy?" Stacy walked into the room, damp with a towel around her like she'd just gotten out of the shower. "What are you doing here?" Just might?" I... frowned at Gary, ignoring Stacy for the moment. "Mom said you did." Amy ... Gary? What's going on?" She stood there drying her hair slowly, looking confused."Hi Stacy." I smiled at her, not removing my hand at all as I played with the man's cock through his shorts. "I just need some stuff, you know ... Some pills and stuff." Pills?" She narrowed. She must be raw-dogged in public and in broad daylight. I saw that two of the patrons were black, one of them a guy and the other the wife. That made this even better, of course. I was determined to scandalize people and force them to make a decision.“Alright, slut ... drop your sweats and bend over that washer now. Atta girl! Slide ‘em down! Panties, too! Randall, guide me into your wife’s sweet blonde pussy now!” I ordered the Sullivans, both of them grinning ear to ear as I took Mrs.. I was watching Dan attack my wife's feet with his tongue and I was rock hard!Dan then grabbed at his phone and held it by her feet while he licked and sucked at her hose covered toes and heels. This guy was taping himself with my wife's feet!!After a few minutes Dan stood up and peaked over towards the door. Luckily I felt it and moved slightly, out of sight. When I peaked again, Dan's pants and underwear were down around his ankles and he was stroking himself standing over her feet.I looked in. April Hawthorn was short, skinny as a rail, had black hair, and appeared to have a sky-high IQ.She had last seen her husband about three months ago as he left to play golf at one of the poshest golf courses in the Atlanta area. He was a real estate developer and was going to play golf with a client. He was due back that evening, scheduled to have dinner and attend a play with some city officials and their wives. He never showed up.Mrs. Hawthorn had filed a missing-persons report with the police.