I don't know what emotion she was feeling.But those nipples popped out like they were whack-a-moles, just daring me to whack them.I was glad she turne... and actually did leave, because I was thinking about how delightful it would be to whack those moles with my tongue, and help her forget her troubles for half an hour.Ten minutes later I settled on my back on the couch in my living room. I draped a blanket over me. I had a natural gas furnace too, but it wouldn't come on unless the fan was. Alexis was telling the SexBots how I loved a gentle stroking between the thighs - she demonstrated by inserting just two fingers.They were pressing against my newly sensitive g-spot - before I needed hard fucking to get even close to this level of satisfaction.My cunt felt deliciously slippery - all naturally lubricated from the gentle stimulation.A thumb brushed against my clit - who needs cock?Then Alexis was feeding the tiny steel butt plug up where it belonged - just to widen the opening. He replies that it's not, but reaches into his coat pocket and produces one of those circular keys, explaining hopefully that if we don't mind some company he can make the trip last as long as we want.Of course, given what he just witnessed in the driveway, he could have guessed that we don't mind company ... at all. But knowing what I do about our plans in the restaurant, I was hoping for a little "alone" time with you while we had a chance.I start to decline his offer when I look up at you,. But by the time you leave it should all be done. Mostly."Twyla broke in, "They have a nice room for us right here, Bunny."I looked at my wife and said, wishing my voice was more commanding,"Don't call me that." But she needs to," Jason said. "Everyone does, Bunny. You have to getused to it so that you'll be able to recognize it and respond naturallyfor the next week. You know, while you're evaluating that possibleinvestment."I glanced at my wife. Had she blabbed about my real motive? I.