It was obvious now that they were arguing. He was scowling while saying something and waving his arms expressively in small circles. She stood there p...assively. Her replies to him were short and soft-voiced.If they got into the elevator, I'd probably lose them. I made a quick decision and approached them from behind as the doors to the elevator slid open. With the girls at my back, we followed them in.The man noticed me first. His eyes widened and his mouth snapped shut. The woman turned at his. Joe noted that she was as lovely as ever. He held out his arm, and Mary rested her hand on it as she held a shopping basket on her other arm."Mistress Mary, I am delighted for the opportunity to escort you wherever you would like to go."Mary blushed at that, and bowed her head. Such courteous words were rare in a town filled with country bumpkins. Joe was thankful that his mother had insisted that he learn courtly manners, though, at the time, he hated the wasted time.Their first stop was at. Not exactly charming or loving, but gentle nonetheless. This guy was rough and aggressive. He was using and abusing my mouth. This was almost more awful than I could ever have imagined!I sucked. I gagged and choked on his big cock every time he shoved it deep down into my throat. I was nothing but an object to him; a wet mouth to receive his cock. He fucked. I sucked. He called me dirty names, loudly, as he continued to fuck my mouth.“Oh fuck, yes slut. Suck my cock. Submit like the good little. Maybe she was more loyal to me than my own wife was!When I returned to the party, Janice was waiting for me. She seemed concerned and I wondered if she suspected I knew what she had been doing."Where have you been, Harry?" she demanded. " I have been looking for you all over." You didn't look in the stall I was in," I lied. "I had a little trouble with the shrimp or dip, or something. I feel much better now, though." Oh, Harry! You should have told me," admonished my wife. "You know you feel.