As the photos progressed my wife’s outfit started moving and sliding out of the way, providing a clear view of these strange men fondling her breast...s and fingering her pussy. A few photos made it clear that my wife was moving her outfit aside, her hands pulling her top or bottom to make way for the hands of the strange men. I noticed those photos had been started almost four months ago, when my wife’s libido picked up, but these photos of my wife going from posing with her gym buddies to. The AK's came out now. They knew we were here probably. We stepped out of the building with the rifles and the crowd stepped back but not further. I switched to full auto and stitched the wall of a building in front of us and the crowd dispersed very quickly. We did too.When we got to the better streets, we still had a crowd behind us but they hung well back. Later we saw a group of soldiers in front of us. This time we took to an alley and I called out for a portal as quick as possible.One. We're casually eating as if nothing's going on, I signal to the waitress. As the pretty young girl comes over I feel your toe burrowing deep into my groin. I smile and try to pretend that everything is normal, yet with this girl here I'm flooded with ideas. I want her to climb on the table and lift up her skirt, I want her to show me her pussy and let me kiss it though her work tights.As my dick grows harder I feel it begging to be released, I undo my trousers and allow it breath out in the. And, if he could, he was going to do what he could to get Ann free of him. ‘Do you have any proof of what your boss is doing?’ he asked. Ann shook her head. ‘How…how could I?’ she asked. ‘He…he and I were alone in his office, and…and when he was at my house.’ She thought about something. ‘He…he’s married, maybe his wife knows something.’ Martin shrugged. ‘His wife may know something,’ he agreed, ‘but I doubt she knows exactly what he’s doing. The thing is, if she does know, and isn’t doing.