They would just explain that they were going to look at Max’s car collection in an off-site garage. That would give them enough time to party with A...ngel. Max would entertain the wives in their absence. None of the wives even cared when their husbands were away. Max made sure they were busy.~~Angel looked at her watch and slowly slipped away. She hurried upstairs and got dressed for her first group of men. She fixed her hair and makeup. She put on a white negligee and left off the panties. She. ‘Yes, OK, I think it’s time you took off your blouse now don’t you?’ I looked at him in surprise. Vaguely I realised I should be shocked, that some girls might consider what he was saying as most inappropriate, but I was simply surprised. Time seemed to stand still, the thought of what he wanted seemed to slowly wander about in my mind. Although vaguely I was aware of it being inappropriate on my part to comply, it seemed naughty, wicked and rather erotic. He shouldn’t ask me, he was my boss,. There were three messages, all from a cellphone number that I did not recognise. ‘Hello, Mr Walker? This is Connie. Connie Amoah from work. Can you ring me back please?’ Half an hour later: ‘Oh, you’re still not there.’ She sounded crushed, then pulled herself together. ‘Mr Walker, it’s Connie from work. I’m sorry to trouble you at home but I need to talk to you quite urgently. Can you ring me on my mobile please? ‘Bye.’ The final message was another forty minutes later, about ten minutes. God damn you, Marty! I’m tired of this! She glanced around her and saw several people watching her, waiting to see her next move. She didn’t care about them. Who gives a fuck what they think?She did a few searches on the bathing suit, found a compromising picture of Flavia’s naked ass, and then sat back and groaned.Do it for the kids. Do it for Joey.She opened her desk drawer, pulled out a few breath mints, popped one in her mouth, and then got up and marched over to Marty’s office. She could.