" Very well, Dear." I am not stupid. At least...Grace is never a noisy lover. That evening, she suppressed the little noise she usually made by fasten...ng her mouth on mine, but her efforts were most satisfactory; I slept like a log and didn't stir when she left our bed to take the wheel from Evania and tack the ship.When she woke me, it was more like midnight than eleven, but there was coffee waiting for me in the bracket by the wheel and Serendipity was perfectly trimmed on a south-westerly. The two men stretched their arms and flexed their muscles, obviously proud of their bodies. From a distance of about ten metres, Emma could make out the tattoos on their left buttocks, and what she took to be brands on the insides of their left thighs. A murmur of expectation erupted as their two female assistants moved forward. They waited for silence, and then removed their niqabs, revealing their faces for the first time. Proudly, they looked around them, and again acting in co-ordination. But there were some definitely horny heterosexual guys in Louise's literary set, guys I had met, and into whose eyes I had peered. In two or three of them, the raging horniness for my wife was palpable. They wanted to get into her panties in the worst possible way. They were desperate to fuck her. I'm sure she flirted with them innocently, which must have come near driving them mad. In hindsight, I'm sure that they, as well as her regular lust-ridden gym fans, used images of my wife regularly. "Of course if The Emperor summoned you and asked you about us, you had to answer him." She soothed. "There is no harm in that, and we have no secrets from The Emperor." She finished.John smirked, "No doubt we shall be able to tell The Emperor more about ourselves than you were able to." He laughed.They offered him some fine plum brandy, and chatted awhile, then sent him off feeling much happier about the whole situation, and retired to bed. Wong of course had been there the whole time, but he.