You miss Jack too. So does Candy. I can see it in your eyes, sometimes. But I think we’ll all be fine. Well, you have a good day. OK?”“Sure, and...you too.” she answered, giving me a peck on the cheek.A couple of hours later, Candy came home, happy to be done with exams. “Hey Gramps!” she said, tossing her backpack into the corner and plopping down sideways into the easy chair. “Hey Princess!” I shot back, my eyes lingering a little too long on her lanky legs as they were draped over the arm of. I had never seen a woman so perfect in every detail. She pushed herself to the limit. She never seemed confident or satisfied with herself no matter how gorgeous I thought she was. The sex got good again and I made mention during our lovemaking that it wasn’t all that bad to be a “sex toy”. In the middle of her orgasms with my mouth on her pussy and my tongue inside her, she readily agreed. I sensed change. During this time, my career took off and with the firm. I was required to be out of town. She suggested that we wear something sexy and refined. A suit and tie for me and a nice sexy dress that showed of my wife’s assets and sexy lingerie. The first week we just went back and forth with the idea, but the Sunday before our date she put on one of her sexy outfits and was holding her large realistic dildo with a suction cup. We have played many times with this idea but she wanted to role play how I thought this would play out. She placed the dildo at the spot that worked the best. You're in a different club now. I just learned about it. We had to take your blue card, but we have another one for you." "You mean I'm still a sister?" "Yes, if you want to be. If you're willing to sacrifice what we need." "Sacrifice?" "You can't go back. You have to quit your job. We already have a new one for you. You have to help us take the rest of your husband's company. You have to give up your name, your identity, and the friendships you made in St. Loo. Except for me. Mick can't be.