The bowl of waffle batter tilted towards us and spilled over the counter, the floor, and splashed over Sasha."DAD!" she exclaimed. "Look what you did!... Her face tried for indignation, arms raised, her front covered in batter and blueberries."Don't move," I instructed, kneeling in front of her. With a serious expression I added, "I'll eat it off you."A brief moment of shock was followed by Sasha bursting into laughter. She grabbed a handful of thick batter and threw it at me. That pretty much. Within seconds it was standing to attention, erect and rock hard."Mmm, just the way I remember it!" Sara said, as she licked her lips. "I get first dibs!" she said as she stepped over to the bed.She slithered onto the end of the bed, her palms eased their way up Jack's thighs. Teasing him, caressing his skin as they were drawn towards the rising monument that stood ahead.She reached the peak, as her fingers wrapped around the thick length of shaft. Jack looked down at her, her smoldering eyes. But, isn’t that the way it was supposed to work anyway? Wow, what is that? Do I feel rejected? Alone? Jealous? Scared? Nervous? Hot? Excited? Intense? Yes to all eight of those, and probably then some more. She’s just sitting there, sipping her drink, toying with her new iPhone when I start looking around. A few people have left and more have come in, a little busier now. I’m noticing glances from some of the people in the room have turned a bit more focused. Here we go… The bartender seems. Russ is no doubt used to giving clients bad news, and he not only showed no emotion, but I detected his amused indifference, as he handed me a folder, and said, “I’ve completed my investigation, and you’re not going to be very happy with the results. These photos are yours to keep, and the short version of the story is that Wendy has been meeting alternately, and sometimes together, with three of the senior partners from her law firm. They’re meeting in a high-rise condo in downtown Houston.