How may I help you?" I'm Detective Hunger, Jack Hunger, I'm here about the murder." Murder?"What murder?" If Tag looked genuinely puzzled, he was. He ...adn't read the newspaper yet today.Detective Hunger fished a small note pad out of an inside suit pocket. He looked down at it. "Guess you haven't heard yet. Well, anyway, the vic is one Jennifer Deaux-Fontaine, aka Wendy Wilde. One of your room maids, a gal named Freda, called it in. About an hour ago." He approached Tag's desk. "Mind if I sit?". They were only about 10 feet away from us. They looked our way and he started to say something but she told him to be quite and grabbed his hand, puling him away toward there apartment telling him to be quite and let us be alone as they left the court yard. They went up the stairs to the second floor and I herd the door unlock and open. As she was pulling him inside he yell," Have a good time you two!" She hit him by the sound of it and closed the door.We smiled at each other and started up. There, atop the lipstick, the compact and the room key, were her tiny, lacey black panties. A creamy wet spot obvious on the lining of the crotch.My dick almost burst through my pants. My prim and proper soccer mom and generally prudish Lutheran wife was naked under her skirt, probably because the bald man had asked her.For a moment I was stabbed with a jealous pang. She never had made the same concession to me, and I had pretty much begged for exactly the same thing on several occaisions. But. ” The Sage waited to see the reaction in the couple’s face.Both Radhika and Ramanan looked worried now. “But Guruji, we haven’t done anything to get the wrath of the gods,” said Ramanan.“Exactly,” said the Sage before continuing, “you haven’t done anything to please the gods of fertility. The gods of fertility gain their power from human pleasure. You both haven’t made your partner experience that pleasure.”Not understanding much of what the Sage had said, Radhika asked him, “What can we do to.