Elaine's reaction was worrying. She audibly gasped and moved her legs away. I leant back and made conversation about the last time I'd visited the Bri...tish Pavillion at the Biennale. Elaine seemed to compose herself and she leant forwards again - her dress riding further up her thighs. And there it was - her hand on my arm...a shared joke from The Fast Show...her high heel slipped off and her moist toes rubbing my leg. I was wearing one of my many pinstriped suits and my cock strained against. "Just who do you think you're ordering around?" You, you skinny freak. I'm the boss around here, and don't you forget it! You'll take my orders, and like it. You and your men, too." Like Hell I will! Listen, short, dark and ugly, these're my men, and they take their orders from me!"Essgant, his nerves stretched beyond endurance, probably as much by the lack of wine as by the events of the past few days, was too angry to even think of drawing his sword. With a roar of berserker fury he grabbed. Scrambling to my hands and knees, I shuffled over to them and literally tackled them to the ground. I was about to wrap all ten of my fingers around them when a thought occurred to me. Why jerk them off when I could get them to fuck me? No sooner had the thought occurred to me that I was putting my recently-hatched plan into action. Picking a coyote at random, I pinned him to the ground and kneeled over him. All I had to do now was lower myself onto his cock. Fuck! I moaned as I did just that,. “Yeah, it was pretty productive really.” Linda said as she leant back and groaned in relief. “It was quiet so there weren’t any distractions. Well, no external ones anyway.”“Oh?”“Well I couldn’t get what we got up to last night with -” Linda lowered her voice and paused - looking around the room questioningly.“She’s upstairs asleep.” I said, knowing exactly what was going through my wife’s mind.“- with Emily.” Linda finished in a whisper. She stretched and I eyed the way her breasts strained.