This is where we work out, train, but had never sparred. She turned on the lights and walked to mat area removing her outer clothes until she was wear...ng just her panties and sports bra. I took my pants off and shirt off, standing there in my shorts. I took my stance and waited for her to attack. Jessica circled me twice testing my reach and then lunged at me taking me to the mat. We wrestled and fussed, each trying to get the upper hand, until I was on top of her,my hands on her throat holding. My delectable wife is gonna cum with two queens, but that’s fitting, as she’s her own kind of queen. We’re all cosplayers, anyway. This fits. This whole way of life. It kinda feels like the stories that I read of Lucius Cornelius Sulla Felix, the Dictator of Rome, back before he entered the Senate. Theater, actors, actresses, pretty-boys, prostitutes, mummers, barbered dancing girls, etc. A wild and wanton lifestyle, something that he had to have missed greatly when he became a proper patrician. "This beautiful little minx sent me an E-mail yesterday Lenny, telling me who she was and what her screen name was as a member of my site." Oh?" she hadn't told me about it, but it was a nice surprise and saved me from any possible embarrassment. "And what is it?" Hotwetnshaved," she giggled."And are you?" Mum asked with a laugh when Helen took hold of her hand and placed it beneath her skirt."Hot, yes," mum laughed. "Definitely shaven, ooh yes and wet too!" Where's Karen?" Helen asked. "I can. I'm the only artist here today. It's just Randy up front at the counter and he'd have no reason to bring anyone back when I'm with a client." "Excellent, come Stephanie, " and I held out my hand to take her to the "potty." When we reached the end of the hall I opened the door to the men's room and spied a floor length urinal. I hauled Stephie in the men's room with me and wheeled her up to the urinal. "Use this, princess." She straddled the front and reached down and spread her lips and pulled.