When I reached the booth I found the door was locked. I thought how can this be. I then tried the door of my wifes booth and it too was locked. Then I... went to the booth on the oposite side of my wifes. Most of these booths have peep holes in them and as I suspected there was a peek hole to look into my wife's booth.As I looked in at my wife I could see she had pulled her pants off and was naked from the waist down. She was playing with her pussy which was a real turn on. Then I noticed movement. It would be deposited in my own account. I worked the rest of this morning on plans on how to proceed without my erstwhile partner. You know the one that was going to find less than a hundred dollars in his Cayman bank account.I did what I could with making sure the money was in a safe account. Hey, this wasn't going to be a bad Thanksgiving Holiday after all.I made a decision that afternoon, that although the profits were higher, I just didn't want to head up a business any longer. I would. She made Jenny promise to call no matter how late to tell her how it went.Sarah found herself pacing in her room and trying to find something to keep her occupied. Thinking of Mr. Michaels holding Jenny and fucking her in the ass made her envy grow and she had to fight an urge to go over there. Wanting to watch. Wanting it to be her. The more she thought about it, the more her own pussy got wet. Finally, when she couldn’t take the anxiety of the moment anymore, she got out her vibrator and. " She looked Jake in the eye. "What else would I have to do?" Well, oral of course, and vaginal and anal. I promise to be gentle with the latter, especially, and if it's too painful I can have you modified when we get on the ship to make it easier." What, are you like John Holmes or something," Lana asked with a laugh. Jake eyed her seriously for a moment, then stood up and dropped his jeans. Her gasp made him chuckle, as she clapped her hands over her mouth in surprise. He was about half hard.