“Now don’t be scared, if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, tell me, I will stop. She kissed me deep, whispered, “I know why your hot b...aby, you have too many clothes on.”Her voice reassured me, and I felt comfortable. I returned the kiss, and was amazed at how soft, and arousing, a kiss from another woman could be. “Just a minute, let me remove my things.”As I removed my clothing, I noticed Bryan was stripping. For the time being, Roger was still sitting in the chair watching intently.. The rest was everybody fucking everybody except the last four. There were three pictures with my wife facing the camera on her hands and knees smiling while being taken from behind in each successive picture by a different guy. The last picture was a close-up of my wife’s well worn, red, stretched out cum dripping pussy. I almost shot off in my shorts right then!After I doctored the photos, which didn’t take long, I called for my wife. She came out and looked at the photos (her first time. She raised her ass so that I can easily remove it. I removed her panty till her knee and then my hand touched my wet pussy. Now I slowly pulled panty down from the knee to leg and from leg to feet and from feet to floor. I took the panty and appreciated her choice and kissed on her red color panty.She was feeling shy and proud of being worshipped. I parted her thighs and came inside her sari and started licking and biting her pussy. Her hands were on my hairs and her mouth was open by my bites.. ”“She sure sounded like she was in love with Pete. Did he have any mistresses?”“No.”“Are you sure?”“Quite sure. Peter wasn’t like that.”Gale Roberts was escorted to the office of Peter Moore in the Human Resources department by a large man who looked like he ate quarterbacks for breakfast. He was big and threatening looking; with a scowl that was completely natural. Not sure why she was there, she timidly entered the office.“Have a seat, Miss Roberts. I’m Peter Moore,” he said in a frigidly.