. will you give me a promotion?" Jim smiled."Seems like a fair exchange... after all, no one's been paying you to have dinner with me and be my counse...or these last few weeks. Let's raise the stakes. If I agree, will you let me finish my chicken without any more talk of Stacy?" Certainly," Sarah said, barely able to contain her excitement."All right, it's a done deal." Chapter 2 -- A Touch of SpiceThe next morning Jim rolled over in bed and awoke to find himself alone. A note on the dresser. I intentionally let the razor fall down and tried to peek through the towel from bottom, she realized it and again slapped on my ass and said, you are getting dirtier and dirtier…Me with a childish face asked her.. I shaved my wife’s underarms and what about the “pussy”.. She closed her mouth and said, and tried to convince me that her pussy hairs are already shaved, then I revealed her my br crack peeking episode,ha ha ha.. She lost it, and there is no way other than opening her towel and show. She stood up and peeked some more. One of the men was fucking one of the women while she was in a sixty-nine with the other. The other man was videoing them or taking pictures, she couldn’t quite make out which.Margaret sat down again. She was no prude, and she suddenly felt horny. She had to admit that she found the sight before her very erotic indeed. They had left the curtains open deliberately, she knew that they wanted her to see them. Margaret thought about it for a while and then started. The poor man visibly withered, glancing desperately at his partner for help, and finding no aid there, he muttered something that sounded whiny and discontented, and stepped aside.The four of us followed her past the small entrance, and the reason for the camp’s isolation became immediately obvious. There were injured men and women there, being tended by a small number of harried-looking mages; strangely, those writhing on their pallets on the ground looked superficially whole – there were no.