I looked at her for a moment, and a wave of despair passed over me."Do you want a divorce?" came out of my mouth, even though that wasn't what I wante... to say right then."No, of course not, David. I LOVE you. I love our lifestyle, I love our children, and I love everything about us and our marriage, except I'm not interested in having sex. Anyway, I remember the terms of our agreement, so there will be no divorce," she concluded.I turned from her and walked towards the guest room. I could hear. I was not even finished changing when there was a soft knock on my door. Usually Neil knocked quietly like that so I figured it was him. “Just a moment, I am putting pants on.”“Don’t worry about pants on my account.” Who the hell was that? It was a female voice but one I did not recognize. I finished getting dressed and opened the door, yet another dancer was standing there. She was tall, way taller than I like women, although her heels added a few inches. “Hi, what can I do for you?” She. The tickling continues as she feels the fingers run across her belly making her laugh out loud. Remembering where she is she tries to be quiet which only intensifies the desire.Ms. Jones hand runs down her slave’s body tickling as she goes she pulls her slave’s skirt up and run her fingers lightly across her pussy. She feels her slave trying to be quiet and bucking back and forth against her. She slips one finger inside the slave’s pussy and feels how very wet she is.“My my tickling really. Don't disappoint me."Tommy got into position, that damn bonnet made him feel even more embarrassed, if that were possible, and he waited for the girls to arrive. It was 6:15 and Beverly was setting the table for four.A couple of minutes later the doorbell rang and Beverly ran to open it. It was Linda."Hi, hope I'm not too early." When she saw Tommy she started giggling and said "Like your hat, Tommy!" Tommy's face went scarlet. Beverly went back to the kitchen and Linda sat on a chair looking.