She is wearing a garter belt and hose, with no panties. I break the kiss, and push her down in her chair, and kneel down before her. Her pussy is beau...iful…not to much hair…already wet with desire. She leans forward and I take her nipple into my mouth again, as my hand slides up her leg. I don’t touch her pussy yet, just let my hand rest on her leg next to her crotch. I plant warm kisses on her breasts and belly as I work my way down her body…as I reach the triangle of hair, I put my hands. Quite young-looking, actually. Marty is a big guy - muscular - and pretty handsome. We looked at each other, then I asked, "Well, what's the plan?" Marty said, "We have a really nice house - hot tub and all. How about we go back there - I'll grill some steaks - and we'll get better acquainted?" Now, I'm a pretty experienced guy with men and women, and figured out this was more than small town hospitality. I looked at Beth, and she gave me a wink and a smile.Off we went. Arrived - settled in -. She rang the reception and inquired how to find the Food Hall and then asked on what floor the hotel opened out onto the mall and was told the Atrium. She was told there was a map of the mall on her room desk.“Excuse me, miss,” Grace was about to put the receiver down.“Yes?”“In view of your request when you checked in that suggested you might be in trouble, a man asked us if I would confirm you were staying here and for how long? He said he was your husband and you both had had a row.”“And you. His dress! His hair! JackIE!?! Hetried to scream, but only high pitched guttural sounds emerged and herealized he was mute, incapable of speech.Olive suit - the name Mrs. Corleone floated into Jackie's mind - madean arm and finger gesture that Jack recognized from the night beforeand a full length mirror appeared allowing him to see her new self.Shocked HE took an involuntary step back. SHE was now Jack Prior's wetdream! Beautiful, small, weak, and incredibly vulnerable, unable tovoice any.