You've listened to me explain, and now you understand. No more problem." No, no more problem. If Mark wants a Wife#3, I will help."Julia smiled, and s...id, "Actually, if he wants a Wife#3, that will be you." I don't understand?" Mark's wives will be numbered in the order we marry them, except for you. You'll always have the bottom number, so if we marry again, you'll become Wife#3." Why?" Because you're OUR serving girl. You serve Mark first, then you serve ALL his wives. Every wife will command. Miss Walton stroked my chest with the fingernails on her left hand and watched as my muscles tightened and I shuddered on the bed, gasping as I felt my spunk hurtling up the shaft and towards Auntie Rachel’s waiting mouth. A second later, Rachel seemed to gasp and pull back a little as the first spurt shot into her mouth, shortly followed by a second, which she took and swallowed. The thirty-four-year-old held my cock in her mouth for a while until she was sure that she had taken every drop. And he had what could only be called: a winning smile. Despite Karens anxiety, she felt a small leap of another kind in her breast, and the tiniest feminine pleasure from seeing this dark haired man with very white teeth smiling before her. As she slipped her hand into that of Doctor Lorenzo, she felt his cool squeeze and another pleasant tiny increase in her heartbeat. He invited her to sit down opposite him, on the other side of his wide dark oak desk with red leather inset. The desk was big. It had a nice view of Manhattan and Jack pronounced himself satisfied.“We’ve only just met, Johanna,” he said to me, once we had beers and seats with a view. “But I feel like I’ve known you for years. Roberta and you are so close, you know how much she loves you. But you may not know how proud she is of you.”“She’s proud of me? That’s backwards! She’s the gifted one, I’ve always been second best.”“Not according to her.”“Why didn’t you marry her back when you got her pregnant?” I asked, suddenly.