"I can count on your discretion, can't I, Keith?" Of course," he smiled, suddenly remembering where he'd heard the name Martone before. There was a pi...cture of him in the outer office turning over a check at some charity dinner. An old guy in his sixties, Keith remembered."Good," Peggy smiled. "So let me explain."Keith was all ears."From time to time, Mr. Martone is called out of town to take care of his business concerns," she began. "When he does, he usually arranges for someone to stay over. Broccoli," the huge blonde cretin said as he sat down next to me. I had found out yesterday his name was Olaf Johansen, and he was on team E."My name is Brock, Olaf," I told him levelly."Whatever you say, Broccoli," he said. "See, here's the thing. I don't like you. I think you're a snotty little queer with delusions of self-importance. Imagine, giving you your own personal yacht for the privilege of being here. My mind boggles at that. To me you are a waste of space who is only here. The girlfriend pushed even harder, making Ana scream in pain, through the gag in her mouth.I got harder even worse than before, not only staring at the round buttocks of that bitch as she pushed and pushed; but also knowing that my sweet wife was being ravaged by her own friend.In complete silence, I quickly undressed myself and, holding my hard cock in my hand, I moved quietly over Amelia’s back.When I reached behind her, I just pushed her shoulders down, onto Anita’s back. Amelia tried to. She asked me to get up and then measured my length and girth at 13 cm and 5.4 cm respectively. Not too bad for 68!To go on to the next step I had to relax. She and told me to lay down exited the room to wait and dimmed the lights so help. It seemed to be way too long but she returned and I thought there was something different in her. I could not get a handle on it but she seemed a bit flustered, like this experiment was getting to her. So she again asked if I was ready and she commenced.