" Does your husband go down on you." He used to a bit, but it was no big deal and I got bored. He hasn't for years."Jack pondered. Poor Frances, this ...as sadder than he had thought."Frances, when did you last have an orgasm?" I think I had some on our honeymoon, I'm not really sure. Not since then"Jack said nothing but placed a small hand mirror on the floor below her pussy and told her to examine her genitals with her fingers. She looked at him quizzically but knew better than to question. She. He inspected Frank's form as he'd never been able to before. Indeed,while Frank was awake, Simon's lustful gaze was curtailed--he was confinedto stealing looks as he climbed into the car or sat down at his desk. Butnow, as Frank slept, he had free reign--complete freedom to examine, tocontemplate, to imagine.He scanned his body from head to toe, taking note of curves and angles he'donly vaguely known before. He dwelt upon his chest for a long-while,considering Frank's defined, yet modest. Mila laid in the bed, naked, hidden, watching me.“I shocked you, right?” she asked.“Uhhh… yeah…a bit.”“If you want to walk away, I won’t be offended. I’ll get into trouble. But you don’t have to.”I was frozen to the spot, terrified of someone walking in, but at the same time, captivated by that glimpse of Mila naked.“If your boss comes in, just yell at me, okay? Just act like you’re surprised. You can take me in the back office. Watch me get dressed. Ban me forever. How does that sound?”“That. May I demonstrate my cudgel play before we begin?"His eyes didn't widen. He didn't smile or frown. He gave me a brief nod, accepting my suggestion.I removed my jacket and shirt, and took off my shoes and socks. After moving to the center of the kwoon, I bowed to Sifu, and then performed a routine with my cudgel that I'd perfected shortly before my death during the Boxer Rebellion. The exercise was intricate, demonstrating my flexibility, agility and quickness. I performed no aerobatics. I saved.