.. this?”Lynette’s smile faded and she sipped nervously at her drink again. “When John recruits a Lioness, there’s a ... process ... we go thr...ugh.”“A process?” Lina said, giving the other woman a knowing look. “And what’s that a euphemism for exactly?”With her eyes firmly locked on Charles, Lynette replied, “The other Lionesses do sleep with John, but nothing like that has ever happened between the two of us.” She turned to meet Lina’s curious gaze and continued, “When I accepted John’s offer. “no sweetheart Debs at home, we only popped in to wait for a mate” was my nice reply. Dee was dressed in a tight pair of black jeans, white blouse and you could just make out the black bra beneath her blouse. As Dee carried on with selling her tickets, I noticed her husband at the far end of the pub with his two sons having a family drink.As Dee moved away one of the lads asked” fuck who’s the MILF Mick”. “She’s an old neighbour and good friend of debs” I answered.My eyes followed Dee’s. He said he loved the helplessness that position conveyed, besides what were the odds of her being kidnapped and raped by a random stranger precisely in the week she’d consented to CNC with Niamf. The guy was prettier than she’d imagined. She always imagined someone more muscular and rugged, someone older. This guy was kind of young and sheltered, like he had been in a fraternity a few years ago, and now worked in some fancy law office because of his fathers golf buddies. She was effectively. Roger had never seen his wife look so sexy and appealing as she did at that exact moment. He wanted to be part of this, at her side, holding her as she was being sexually ravaged by these other men who exhibited sexual capabilities well beyond his own limited offerings. He wanted to feel her peak of sexual arousal and the power of her feminine allure. He wished at that moment that he could express sexually the love he felt for her. He wanted to kiss and worship her nylon clad feet and legs.