<strong>Character Name:</strong>James Schmitt<br/><strong>Character Location:</strong>Lounge Bar<br/><strong>Interacting with:</strong>Angel<br/><br/>"Oh, it is hard not to have a stronger marriage once your husband finds out that he loves watching you get fucked by other men...two or three at a time," she said with a lust filled British accent. "He's such a pig. Turn's out, he doesn't mind having a go at a few of the tarts I bring over for his enjoyment either. I, apparently, have good taste in women he says. I'm sure you won't disappoint either. And don't you frett over that boy you were with. Believe me, my husband is all man and will make you forget about him in no time?" She said turning back to lick at her husband's ear as her hand moved to the crotch of his pants, giving a hard squeeze at him, not minding the young girl looking on. James returned the kiss, his hand around her waist squeezing harder.<br/><br/>Finally, after breaking the kiss, James brought his eyes to Angel again, feeling her foot move over his leg, a smile with hooded eyes full of mischievous thoughts looking at her, "You'll have to forgive my wife...she is worried that she won't get to have any fun while I am away. If I could take her along, I would gladly do it. I think we would both enjoy getting to know you more, as well as teaching you a thing or two, perhaps helping you relax a bit. You should have seen me my first time when we introduced someone new to our marriage...I wasn't sure I was going to be...shall we say, 'up' to the task, but Annette here has a way with her tongue..." he trailed off as he heard his wife giggle. He knew that meant she was up to no good under the table with her hands, "...and her hands as I think you are finding out?" he said with a sly grin.