When we got to the RItz, my wife said she was going to scope out the bar and that I should register and take the bag to the room and meet her in the b...ar. I did as she asked and you can imagine the thrill I got when I got to the bar and found her like this...kissing someone I didn't know while he finger fucked her right there in the bar. I knew it could only get better once we got upstairs. I waited till they came up for air. "John Smith, meet my husband" My wife said to him with a grin. "You. After we sat down, this statement was read.“This investigation and all testimony are CLASSIFIED and shall remain so for fifty years by order of the National Intelligence Supervisory Board. There will be a media briefing of selected items by the chairman of this committee and only the chairman,” the sergeant at arms read the statement.“On page 54 of this report it indicates that there were 27 containers loaded at Morton Field that there was no manifest for. Can you describe for the committee. She must feel wonderful pressed against me' You moan silently as you bring yourself closer 'Is her nickname Kate, maybe Katy' It doesn't matter now, you moan out her full name as you cum. You lay in your bed naked for a few moments, catching your breath. You slip on your pyjamas and roll over on your side. You close your eyes. "I wish I had the power to meet her and make her mine or anyone for that matter. I just want to be seen and find someone to love" You sigh again. Slowly you fall. Anyway, I parked in the alley and got out leaning on the car having a smoke (yea I smoke but do not drink or do d**gs). Carlos the busboy came out to dump the trash (he is in his late teens early 20's and soooo cute). "HI Michelle your moms is just finishing her last customer" "Hi Carlos how are you haven't seen you in a while you still fucking the bosses wife and daughter" He laughed as he walked to me. Yea someone has to do it. We both laughed as he stood next to me. I said they are.