”“But...”“Now, Baby. Hurry and take her other hand.”Oh, my goodness, Jasmine thought. Diana told me all about this, but surely it won’t w...rk with me.Even thinking that, she obeyed her husband. With a sigh of resignation and knowing it wouldn’t work with her anyway, she grabbed Christine’s hand ... and hissed in a breath. It was as if she had suddenly moved into Christine/Ashley’s body. Her, no their orgasm, was already building yet again.Damn, he’s good, Jasmine/Ashley/Christine thought, as. She found that feeling of dominance and superiority so erotic that she found that her attitudes toward men and sex were forever changed. She had enjoyed sex up to that point, but infusing this new sexual aspect made her ravenous for more. Her attempts to introduce these ideas to her boyfriend did not go that well, and she eventually broke up with him in frustration.She'd had some success finding willing partners when she was in college, and even experimented with some light "golden showers". The mistake was not looking broken up. I'd learn. I was about to get a lesson."Don't you have anything to say?" she asked."I'm going to miss being your boyfriend," I said. I thought that sounded sincere."That's it?" she asked incredulously."What can I say? I don't even know why you're breaking up." You could ask, if you even cared," she said.I was beginning to realize that things weren't going well. I also realized that there were things that shouldn't be talked about. "I care. Emily, the stuff. "Okay," I came to a decision. "I'll tell Tiffany that I quit and get my pants back on." She nodded.I hurried out to the lobby and said, "Tiff, you will not be bothered again. I promise. But if anyone does come around to give you any more static, send Michael to the Hundley mansion and ask for me. If he is refused access to me, he is to say his next stop will be the newspapers and they will be told everything."Puzzled, Tiffany asked, "What everything?" What doesn't matter. The threat alone will.