Depositing her bag she turned to go back to the house. Now, looking back on the encounter, I suppose I was a bit rude, but I stared right at her as sh...e walked. Suddenly, she glanced at me without slowing her stride. I acknowledged her look by raising my bottle and saying “hello.” She responded with a barely audible “hi,” and for the briefest instant a subtle smile crossed her face. Then she immediately looked away and reentered the garage and rolled down the door. It was a most trivial. My husband had his face in the charts on the table and he didn’t notice at all. I was so angry that Sharma would try such a thing. As I kept thinking about it I began to relax thinking maybe it was a mistake and I should just let it go. And more I thought about it the more I felt stupid. But then I started to realize that I was feeling horny thinking about it, did I actually want him to touch me. It had been 2 weeks since any sexual act had been committed. Well the next day they were at it. I got there a little early so I waited outside for her; the night was warm so I didn’t mind. “You didn’t have to wait outside for me you know” Sam said with a chuckle. “I know, I was enjoying the nice weather, now I'm enjoying the scenery.” “Oh stop it” She was wearing a dark red mini dress that was cut low enough it showed more then enough cleavage and her hair was up in a bun. “Shall we?” I gestured towards the door. We entered the bar and grabbed a booth just off to the side, ordered a. He placed me on all fours at the edge of the bed and knelt behind me. He spat directly onto my hole and a rough, thick finger rubbed it in. He did that a few times, never once actually having his tongue touch my hole. I guess I hadn’t earned it.Soon he stood up and asked “What did you think of my PA?” “I loved it, Sir” I replied. “You want to feel it in you?” he asked. “Yes please, Sir” I answered. “Good cause you didn’t have a choice” he replied. “I could tell you love the metal in your mouth..