She put Sal’s index finger in her own mouth and sucked her juices that coated it. “Your turn!” She laughed and she had him repeat the process of...tasting her thick juices. “When I’m dancing tonight and you see the glisten between my legs, you’ll be the only man there to knows what I taste like!” She fell back against the leather seats and laughed heartily. Sal looked at her in fascination and echoed her laughter. Nothing Lola did surprised him! The house lights faded. An excited mummer rose in. They’d figure they’d broken him and send him right back. By the end of her story, she was again visibly shaken, seething and worried. I wasn’t sure what to do. I reached up and began stroking the soft skin of her left forearm, which rested on the chair arm beside me. I traced the veins on the back of her hand. She tensed and stopped breathing. ‘Hey,’ I said calmly. ‘I’m not trying to hurt you. Relax. I’m going to take care of this, okay? I’ll figure something out.’ ‘I don’t want to have to. Mike smiled mischievously. "Why don't you walk around a little?"Jen was surprised. "By myself? Here?" Sure, it's a big house. You could mingle, look around at all the art, while I get a drink and some fresh air." You want to play the Game now? With some of our friends here?" Sure. That could be exciting, don't you think?"Jen didn't answer. It was dangerous to play the Game here. What would their friends say? But then, not many of their friends were here. And Rick was here.Mike took Jen's. Every time you fucked him you should have been making love to me, every weekend you spent with him you should have been spending with me and the k**s, every vacation you took with him you should have been with me and the k**s. Now your ultimate betrayal, you and Harry planed, conceived and deceived me into believing I was our c***dren’s father. From that point on I went from just being your cockold to be your cockold and nanny. So now your love afair is over, your lover has died, and you want.