I could feel the coolness of the pearl necklacearound my neck and smell the floral perfume floating around my head andthen feel the studs of the pearl...earrings in my ears I'd only hadpierced two weeks prior that were an additional feminine reminder thattook the punch out of my protests. And then it was Ted's turn!"Let me ask you Tim. Where did you think this was going? Huh?" Heasked bluntly. "We're both adults here."He reiterated the story he'd told before, about how he'd been. ”“I see. Does that mean you want to be first with Reg?”“Good God, no! You can decide on the order, Frances: you are the chief wife. Pick the names out of a hat, for all I care. I love the man, so I am willing to do anything I can to make his life perfect. All I can do is commend singular love with Reg for each of us. I think it will be good for all of us, understanding what Reg means to each of us. It also means the others can look after our baby, so we don’t get interrupted at any. The driver, a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties, took one look at her and said, "Jeez lady, you look a mess. What happened to you?" Wearily, and with a deep sigh, Susan told him that she had been pulled into a van, been gang raped, and then had been dumped out onto the street. A voice from behind her said, "Shit honey, this just ain't your lucky night." Susan turned and saw two men in the back seat and as the car lurched away from the curb arms came over the seat, took hold of. He curls the fingers of his southern-most hand, and traces the crevice of my ass down over the curve. As his fingertips reach beyond the hemline, I casually reach back, and reposition his hand north … but still leaving it on my ass. I love the feeling of a man’s hands on me, and for the moment Bill’s light massaging of my ass feels nice … very nice. Was I rebelling against TJ? Maybe, or maybe not, but just now I want another man’s hands … a stranger’s hands … on my body. A woman’s ass is very.