Tom came into the closet, turned on the light, and knelt next to me. He released the gag. "You alright Martha? Want some water?" "Yes, I'm OK, I am ...thirsty. What are you guys talking about down there." He fed me some water, and said, "We're watching the game. What do you think we're talking about down there. You are such a filthy whore! Do you think we are talking about you? You spoiled rich girl bitch! Are you so arrogant you think we have nothing better to think about? We're not a. Every time her ass cheeks hit my face you could hear a slapping sound, it was so cool. My cock was so hard that it was uncomfortable. By now I removed my wife's dress and thong and was tonguing her ass. I got so turned on knowing that she was being an exhibitionist. I turned and laid on my back and she instinctively sat on my waiting face. Oh my God!! I was so fucking hard. She grabbed my cock and spit into her hands and started to stroke me. She was slamming her ass down on my face so hard. The cab is nice though; a big black Mercedes sent by the hotel to pick us up. When I booked the trip, I had booked the same Radisson hotel I usually use when I am here for work. But I changed that reservation when the meetings got canceled and had instead booked us a small suite at Fairmont Grand hotel, 'why not some luxury for us?' I thought.The suite is not as small as I had imagined when I made the reservation. A sofa and daybed in the living room, nicely decorated, not a hint of old Russia.. ”“I’ve also got it all on tape.”“Really?”“Yes.”“When does SAS the Turd make his next visit?”“Next Thursday.”Stephen Augustus Stapleton, the Third sat at the table with a slight frown on his face.“When are you getting rid of the Union?”“I already did. I promised them a million each. They’ll be headed for the hills as soon as I deliver it to them.”“That’s cheap.”“I will need the money.”“It’ll be here in two days.”“Good.”“What happened to that Cart fellow?”“You mean, AJ Carr?”“Yes.”“He.