Somewhat foolishly, Phyllis had told him in tearful fits and starts about her husband's infidelities. Hugo had listened and comforted her, offered her...a drink or two, and before she knew what was happening, she was in his private office, adjacent to his business office, the very room in which she was now stripping off her clothing with such willing anticipation. This room contained no desk, but it did have a well- stocked wet bar, hi-fi, projection equipment, and a private, attached bath. The. And was that a musk of female horniness I smelled in the air? Or rather, just something cooking or having been cooked in the kitchen?We chatted for a while, and I told Denise how well they both seemed to be doing. She said, nonchalantly, "I've been in a really good state of mind the last month or two ... can't really say why." Let him read that as innocently as he wants, I imagined her thinking.Both she and I had inherited a strong tendency to "double-entendre" humor and irony from our parents. And then to endure a similar sexual episode with him in the morning had been almost unbearable! Only the utmost effort on her part had kept her from bursting out into tears of frustration. Like a jet propelled athlete trying to set some sort of speed record, he'd raced his lengthy, lust-swollen young cock in and out of the overheated liquid sanctuary between her hotly steaming young legs, quickly settling his own needs, then hopping from the bed while she lay there still squirming and panting. Lying back in the tub, I thought about what had happened to my girl. I was sure the King wouldn't harm her, but she must be worried sick. Not being able to do anything to help her weighed heavily with me.Thankfully the soak in the tub had allowed me to calm down a bit. I knew that losing my temper wasn't going to help Brenda, I needed to keep my wits about me. I dressed in the Gael clothing and pulled on a pair of black boots that I had also found in the wardrobe.Not long after I had finished.