I showed him. I reached up to my other breast and grabbed it gently, pulling my fingers back to the nipple, which I rubbed with just one finger, slowl..., in circles. I took the nipple between my thumb and middle finger and rolled it. As I showed him, he followed along on the other breast. I kneaded my breast with my palm.“Suck my nipple, Jeremy,” I said.He did. He was rough, without much finesse, but he licked around it and sucked it, doing the best he could. I decided we should move on.“OK,. .. I am a fucking Marine."Darlene quickly obeyed and placed shiny silver strips of duct-tape over Roger's mouth, then hers."Now I want some questions answered," shouted Ken as he slammed the door behind him. "Just nod... don't utter a sound. Understand?"Roger nodded wide-eyed. Darlene's eyes flashed with anger."I know that you have been using my wife in your act for weeks, right? And I know that you have had her doing all sorts of obscene acts with other men, right? So, you had better believe. She leaned over andsnatched up the Polaroids and looked at them. She was speechless. Thephotos depicted her in various poses in front of the full-length mirror. In quite a few of them she was holding up her skirt and posingprovocatively. She didn't hear Steve return until he dropped down ontothe couch beside her."That one's my favourite," Steve nodded at the picture that was currentlyat the top of the pile.In the picture she was holding the hem of her navy-blue A-line skirtabove her waist. She shooed me out to greet and thank them for watching the kids on such short notice.I met them in the hallway, gave them the customary hugs, handshake, and kiss before hugging and kissing the kids and sending them out the door. I was glum as I walked the way back to my mistress. She was almost completely dressed when I arrived. I knelt to help her into her heels then rose to carry the two overnight bags—hers and mine—down to the car. Two hours later we boarded a flight to San.