We finished talking about the course and Karen moved on to some personal questions."I've done some research on you, but I figure you can save me time.... You didn't stay with the FBI very long. What happened for you to cut it so short?"She shoveled some fried rice into her mouth with the chopsticks."Well, a couple things. For one, my wife didn't think I would make enough working for the government, so she constantly encouraged me to leave and do something else. But, I guess it was really my last. "Shut up!" I shouted.With one hand choking her and other rubbing her, I knew it was time. "Take off your clothes." I said.She sat motionless for awhile and then did as I said. "Lie down" I added, and she did.I ran my fingers softly over her little scars. Every little bump of her scarred tissue made me cum a little more. "Let's bring back the past, shall we?" I saidI reached into my glove department and pulled out my knife. I held it tightly in my right hand and joined her. Barbara moaned and pushed her cunt up further. He withdrew his finger and she humped her twat up in the air, grunting. Her eyes were closed now and twisted up in pleasure-pain."Please, please," she was panting then, twisting her pussy. "Don't tease me. Give it to me!" What?" Glen teased. "What do you want?" Oh, you know!" she cried, trying to get her cunt in contact with his hand. "Please, use your finger!" Where?" he chuckled. "Just what do you want me to do with my finger?"Of course, it was. Second, although my wife had never been to a strip club, she had heard stories. She is very straight, and the thought of having the female dancers being overly friendly with her made her want to stay home. I convinced her to go.The party was in a private room at the club. There was plenty of room for the twenty or so friends that showed up. We had our own private stage, and everyone had a front row seat. We had our own private bar and our own private restroom.My wife was ready to be a party.