Even that slight movement caused her breasts to strain against the tight fitting sweater, which in turn sent a tingle of excitement directly to his pe...is. She slipped to her feet and, moving with the grace and fluidity that few could even begin to match, crossed the room and knelt in front of the couch. The tree was at her back, framing her hair with an almost angelic halo of light. He smiled softly at her as she lifted one slender hand and cupped it against the swell of his burgeoning. After a short walk holding hands we had joined friends for dancing at a club. Now having performed the mating rituals we were at that penultimate moment, the moment of intimacy, that moment of lace, silk, sexy scents and foreplay before the man takes the woman and completes her. I have been feeling all frothy and willy-nilly for a while. Those inner demons have been lurking for months, stalking me, but I’ve been unwilling to confront them. It’s a conundrum I’m sure every woman has grappled. . several times. Far as I’m concerned, anyone of us, and our subs, can use her as they will. Past our subs, no ... she’s still our step-mother and deserves respect – of a sort. But I damn sure want our husband to be given every chance to impregnate her.”“I thought you were over that,” Jason said.“No, not yet. I’m mellowing, but I’m not forgetting what she did. If submission as a life choice doesn’t completely wash the arrogance out of her, I intend us to fuck it out of her, by any means. How to tell him that she'd pimped him out? "So what do you think of Rebecca?" Juice bar Rebecca? Colombian with the giant, um ... eyes?"Don't be jealous. Don't be jealous. "She's technically American."Hayden pulled back and eyed her. "What's this about, El?" Even before he'd finished the sentence, his mind went down the obvious path. She felt his reaction in the sudden stirring against her thigh as much as she saw it in his smile."Oh, no--" Is she who you were thinking of? I thought you wanted.