He arrived and called from downstairs. We met and it seemed very stiff as we rode the elevator up to the club lounge (one of the perks of travelling w...ell). We sat overlooking the city and the conversation flowed, but it seemed strained. We talked about this and that but I had no idea what was on his mind. All I wanted to know was if reality was as good as imagination had been. He was attractive but not some model either. But the combination of looks and especially his personality and wit were. " I haven't," she admitted. "But if you go to my company's website there's a pic of me there, just not a very good one."She gave me a website and I linked to it to see a rather nice looking lady, all dressed up in legal gowns and wig. Still, not bad, slim, shoulder length dark blonde hair, blue eyes (like mine) a prominent sharp nose, softened somewhat by soft lips which hinted at a lovely smile."Woo! Not bad at all," I exclaimed. "You'd certainly get my attention were we to meet. Well would. She might be a little on the tired side when she gets home." What does that mean?" I asked."Remember I told you that if you didn't stop her Tony would eventually bring in a friend, and then two and finally your wife would be doing gangbangs?"I nodded that yes I remembered and she went on, "Well tonight sugar is the night that your wife gets two black salami's parked in her. I just thought you would like to know."It was a no brainer, "What time is the matinee?" I asked."Show starts at. I can wear a bikini to swim in and I can wear regular dresses to weddings, funeral, and other places if my father tells me that I can. Otherwise what you see is what I wear almost all of the time. Oh, and none of us girls can wear anything at all after nine o’clock at night, not even Mommy.”I asked, “Do you have any brothers?”Katie said, “Yes, two.”I asked, “Do they have rules too?”Katie giggled, “Yes, but not like us girls. They cannot wear anything after nine o’clock and they cannot fuck a.