. he mumbles, spinning the cage like a stamp collector. She’s not bad ... She’s prettier naked...”Running a hand inside, he strokes one of the g...irl’s chained ankles.“This is first class...”, he adds, enjoying the smooth feeling to the touch. The sound of a second helicopter interrupts them. “Two” and Mrs. Cara show up at the door. MM makes the introductions and invites them to sit at the table.The scene is surreal. In a ramshackle hut, around an impeccably set table, worthy of one of the best. My wife had a small insurance company with a couple of office assistants and an “intern” who handled filing and small, menial tasks.She had been out of the office for a bit so I guess they had some catching up to do. I was sitting in one of the generic lobby chairs watching them on and off, catching bits and pieces of the conversation. Actually, I was watching her Office Manager, Amy, as she was an attractive woman.Amy was in her late 20’s and a personal friend of my wife’s. She had hired her. ”Ben moaned as he felt the length of his erection slideforward to burrow straight into the warmth of hispartner’s underbelly. He was sinking warmly,luxuriously into his lover’s spreading labial lips.Some of his friends always bragged about how tight awoman should be, but right now, he could care lessabout such trivialities. Pushing his cock inward, he found himself lookingdirectly into the beautiful face of his partner–thehappy, familiar face he’d known for many. I lost my shorts and my Aerosmith T-shirt that night. I loved that shirt." Rory recalled."I almost got caught sneaking in the house naked," I said. "If I hadn't ducked into the laundry room I would probably have been grounded for the whole summer, instead of two weeks."Let's do it again." Jan suggested."Skinny dipping? Now? In the day-time?" was the best reply I could muster."Sure, why not?" She reached down below the surface of the water, coming up with her wet panties. She waved them above.