He gestured with his hand and said simply "Turn!" so she did, placing her hands flat against the wall of the shower.Stan washed the backs of her legs,...her thighs and then moved up to the curves of her ass. He didn't linger overlong there, moving further up to the small of her back. 'Damn!' thought Denise, but in truth she wasn't ready for more, especially anal.She turned, and took the sponge from him. "Your turn!" she told him, smiling wide, and he smiled back. He reached behind her and pulled. I don't think my new husband at that time had any idea what I did in his absence, he was totally absorbed in his own world to notice, an attitude which suited me very well and it occurred to me that I was to him a 'trophy wife' who could be shown off on occasion to prove that he had achieved contentment. His indifference gave me every confidence to continuing with meeting these willing young men to the extent that I took every opportunity to invite them back to my house whenever my husband was. She’d learned enough from the concubine training to know why men looked. As long as they didn’t make nuisances of themselves, she could ignore it.“All right,” she said. “At least for a while.”They started walking again, and she slowed her pace to match theirs. As they walked, they talked, introducing themselves. The man with the missing tooth was named Arnol, and the blond man was Des.“We’re on our way to Larso,” Des said. “They’re hiring mercenaries, see? Good coin, too. Better than we could. Saturday evening came and I was in the living room watching sports on the tube when the doorbell rang. Mom was in the kitchen, so I went to answer it. When I opened the door I saw Don standing behind a very pretty brunette. This must be Don’s daughter. When my eyes met her’s she just rolled her eyes and gave me a disgusted look. Standing behind her Don missed this. I had never met Don’s daughter before, even though we went to the same school. But, I knew who she was. She was a member of the.