My take on the project wasthat there would be a billionaire retreat to some isolated PlayboyMansion where we meet other "kept women." There was to be...a competitionand crowning of the best "kept wife-type project" which of course was tobe won by Richard Hollingsworth's effort. Then the realization wouldhave kicked in and the story would have continued on and finished backhome in the lavish surroundings where our hero would have made theultimate decision and actually become Mrs. Hollingsworth. He entered her and started to push it in farther as he did my wife's moans turned to cries of telling him to fuck her harder. Breed your little bitch in heat I want it.He fucked her on her back for about 10 minutes then told her to get up on her hand and knees and back into him. She did what she was told and he fucked her doggy style saying "you are a bitch in heat". He asked her what kind of a dog she was she said she was a nice white samoyed. Rick then said "start fucking like one and she. And as far as I knew, Lynda had no clue she was actually dressing for him. We started at the bar with small talk and the like. We each had a few drinks and then were called for our table. Lynda excused herself to go to the ladies room and that is when I dropped the bombshell. Hey Dave…you want to fool around with Lynda? What? with an almost too high voice for a big black guy. I proceeded to tell him my idea of the two of them hooking up and he seemed a little weirded out by it. I told him to. "Gee, thanks," she said.He laughed. "What I meant was I don't think she'd try to seduce a sixteen year old. There's nothing wrong with you. You are every man's wet dream." He blinked. That hadn't come out quite like he'd intended. He tried to cover. "What I mean is that while she might be attracted to you, she's in a position where it would be somewhat foolish to enter a relationship with a girl your age. She's a smart woman and knows that. If it will make you feel better, though, I'll speak.