”“Sorry dee, Naan traffic’lla maatitu irukkaen,( I am stuck in traffic)Will be there in the next ten minutes”.Shankar was apologetic.He joined... her at the usual place in the mall, she ran and hugged him, very few times they have shown such emotions in public, but not meeting him for over two weeks had prompted her to this.He had been away for a HR conference in Phuket in Thailand.“Naan onnai rhombo miss panninaen, never been like this before. I think, I have completely fallen in love with you”,. We'd just gotten into a steady rhythm with me playing with her nipples when I felt fingers on my dick. Both my wife's hands were in sight, braced on the wall. She let out a soft moan and whispered "Mmm. Someone is playing with my clit." I pulled out and squatted down between her legs. There was a hole in the wall with a hand sticking through. It's middle and index fingers had taken my place in my wife's pussy and now she was rolling her hips with her stomach pressed up against the wall. I. She moved the window to envelope the machine and closed the window. The machine was trapped in the dimension of crushing gravity, and there was little that could survive in that dimension. Zandra rested for a few minutes in the secure room until she felt better.When recovered she transported into the office of Mr. Oscar Felderman, the local head of Homeland Security. He was already frozen in place, so she simply activated her personal shield to secure the room to insure that they weren't. I responded by asking just what services she was providing him. She literally slapped me for my curiousity and angrily threaten to leave me. Our crisis peaked when she demanded to know just when she had ever done anything to make me not trust her. My usual restraint failed me."Not trust you? How about when you spread your legs for that fuck Gerald Sanders? How about then? You cheating cunt!"It literally exploded out of me. By blurting out of my long-held secret I had - in the blink of an eye -.