“Is that all you’re wearing?” Lizzie was eyeing the wide-neck long-ish tees of her friends, who were rubbing up against her and casually touchin...g her arms and combing fingers through her long hair while they talked.“Mmmm,” Zann lifted her hem to reveal the rest of her bush. “Do you want to borrow one?”“Oh. I don’t know...”“It’s what we wear, they’re so comfortable.”“Oh, alright, thanks,” naturally the teen wanted to be like her friends and part of things. Perhaps she was also thinking it might. When they got back I said, "Joan, sorry I was gone so long." Joan giggled and introduced us. "Sean, this is my husband Dick, Dick this is Sean." This was a ploy that Joan and I had used before. Sean said, "Maybe I should excuse myself. I've clearly misunderstood something." I said, "Nonsense, stick around. Joan obviously likes you." The sexual tension was rising and I thought I could smell Joan's arousal. Sean said, "I don't understand. I was having a romantic evening with your wife and you're. Then we came to point two. ‘Now, Abi. I am not sure whether I should blame your teachers or whether you just didn’t do what they told you and they gave up on you. This jaw position is basic and you should already have mastered this. You are the only one in the company who has these kinds of basic technical problems. I wouldn’t have taken you but for the pretty quality of your voice.’ Tears started welling up in my eyes. I didn’t know what to say. He ignored the tears. ‘The other issue is more. Tonight though, he had made her an offer. And evening out with her, same rules applying, for £2000. Effectively, he had asked my wife, or 'Destiny' as he know her, to be he's escort for the evening.My beautiful dark haired wife was now slowly stroking my throbbing cock, inches from her face, looking up to me for an answer.'It's just for the evening? And you'll stick to our rules?' I asked, taking a deep breath. Damn she had an amazing handjob technique!'Yes Dave, No penetration.'What's he's.