Discretion was very important and a stranger was too risky. Evelyn had primed him to offer himself as a possibility since he did find the wife sexuall... attractive.The couple were surprised at a “man of the cloth” making such a suggestion, but very pleased. A meeting time was arranged at a very nice hotel, “neutral turf”. Evelyn coached her man on this groundbreaking experience.All were nervous as they entered the suite. Melvin took charge, following his paramour’s training. First some champagne. I don't think anything happened.Then another post, immediately after: She just told us she's married (as if the ring doesn't give it away). Didn't say much more about it. Leon played it cool. He still think there's a chance, I can tell.I let out a long, slow breath. No doubt that was the end of the whole thing. Maybe she had been a little flirty, I reflected. Maybe she'd even led them on a bit (my nuts ached at the thought--I wish I could have been there to witness it), but now she'd revealed. “What is going on? Travo was almost incoherent.”John swung round to face Mabana, his face serious.“Someone has killed your Chief. Looking at the floor, the killer stabbed or cut the Headman, killing him on the spot, the way the body is lying. He had no chance to move far at all. There is no weapon left on the ground, so the killer took the weapon with him or her. We must look for a man or woman who is looking disturbed or upset, has a recently-used weapon with them, and has a reason for harming. What do you think?” I have seen her wearing that pink bikini and I just want to rip it off and fuck her right then when I see it! I told her to wear that, but I knew she won’t be wearing it long. She laughed and said “That’s what you want to happen isn’t it?” She said she would call me later and we hung up.I sat there for a while thinking about her fucking three guys at the same time. Maybe she would have one down her throat and another in her cunt. I pictured them taking turns fucking.