And he was not even that close to my crotch, yet.As if he had read my thoughts, his hands slid under the seam of the boxer shorts I wore. “Lift you...r ass.” His low voice made me shiver. Even more than his fingers, as they brushed my skin as the pulled the shorts down.I glanced down, as he brushed them down my legs. Evidence of our last fuck were still visible in the fabric, and on my now exposed skin. My pussy-lips were swollen and parted, I was horny, more than horny; it nearly hurt. I moaned. Groggy and thinking she was having an erotic dream, I didn’t wake her and instead, I let my gaze wander lazily down her perfect body as my cock hardened. Then my eyes widened in shock and my heart almost beat out of my chest with the sight. I blinked.“Janice?” I asked, and my wife lifted her head from between Angela’s thighs and grinned. Her face was wet with Angela’s juices and she was naked.“Hello, John. Angela’s going to be our nanny.”“Nanny?” I repeated.“Mmm-hmm. That’s how we’re going to. Laurel knew from here on, he would not be asking her things, but giving orders. And so it was. “Take of your clothes.”Laurel didn’t know how she did it, but a small ember of fighting spirit sparked up not yet completely snuffed out by his efforts. She looked him in the eyes almost wincing, but her answer was clear if weak. “No”She thought she saw confusion and uncertainty fill his expression, but if they did, they were short lived. A smile creased his lips as he spoke. “It looks like you need a. “Cover me for fifteen minutes, Okay Eve?” Anne shouted to the other waitress. “Where are we going?” Gary asked. “Next best place for excitement.” Replied Anne, as she opened a door marked Bar Manager, and led him inside. She locked the door and turned to Gary and aggressively kissed him as she fumbled with his belt on his trousers. As she worked his trousers loose, Gary began unbuttoning her blouse so he could feel and explore her breasts. He worked his fingers inside her blouse and under her.