She looked at me and smiled. “Ready for some coffee?” she asked.”You read my mind,” I replied. I noticed that she was wearing my bathrobe. For...some reason, that turned me on, and I felt a warm stirring within. We sat at the kitchen table and sipped coffee.As soon as we have breakfast, we need to see about getting a restraining order taken out on your husband.”She looked at me and nodded. “I’m going to file for divorce.””Good. You need to.””And I need to go to the house–once–to get some. ..please her.The Torture Garden was an old imposing building in the classy part oftown. Two burly bouncers flanked the doors and nodded to Madame as wepassed between them. Our coats were taken in a small ante room by a maidthat was obviously a man, then we stepped into the main room to a sightwhich took my breath away. The room was the size of a ballroom with manycorridors leading from it. Set around the room were groups of leatherchairs but there were also places to stand and talk in. Come on guys. Finish up your beers."Everybody turned their heads to watch Jenny's firm and sexy ass as she walked purposefully to the door. Whenever I saw in her thong it always made me get instantly hard. Seeing her ass almost naked like this, with four other guys watching too, I was more than aroused. My erection was painful, straining against my shorts, desperate for some relief. I had wanted them all to bugger off so I could grab hold of Jenny's bikini, rip it off and fuck the life out of. "Grif noted, "My caretaker is of the opinion that the Commonwealth should welcome Christians and even Jews and send the people that would be offended by their religious practices packing." That sounds okay by me," Gary concurred. "There wouldn't be any ultra liberal judges or lawmakers to force them upon us. They will go packing back to the left coast anyway. That or be forced onto boats and shipped out. They can't be counted on to defend us if needed, and would be traitors anyway."Jake, quiet.