She thought about him at the oddest times and in the most unusual ways. Thinking of this now, as she headed for the shower, she felt that sweet stir i... her depths. ‘What the hell was that she thought? Just from thinking about Nick? No! That man drives me crazy!’ Then she realized she was grinning, ah, but wasn’t that a tantalizing thought, just what kind of crazy did she want? No, it couldn’t be that, stepping into the shower, she tried to dismiss it all, he built her house! That was all he is. If she let the robe slide to the floor, he would never be able to resist.Yet she could not do it. Something stopped her from taking the final step. He had to do it for her. "I just want you more and more, Jason," Audrey said. "You're going to have to do something if you want me to stop."Jason cast a troubled look at her, yet she could see the desire in his eyes, and his cock remained quite erect. He had as much trouble hiding it as Henry had back in the early days of their marriage.Audrey took. She made sure that she turned around, so that Christine could see the butt-plug still firmly in place. Christine saw, and gasped, "What is that?" That is a butt-plug. He is training me to accept his cock in my ass," Becky told her, as I had instructed her to."You were serious about what you said before?" Christine asked.Becky just smiled and put the dress on. Then she left the dressing room and came out to me. I had her turn all around, twirl to see how high the dress went, and then bend over,. .." Where are we?" Our place."I took her hand and let her lead me, paying more attention to her and my grip than where we were going. I was in her hands, anyway, and had been for some time. Beatrice threw open the door and Bridgette was standing there in a flannel nightie. "What's up?" Bridgette asked."We were carrying on and I let him get too drunk to drive -- and when I went out to stop him, well ... let's just say I couldn't stop myself..." Beatrice related."Drinking isn't big with me," I.