His wife’s exalted position, as a widow of a deceased proeliator, or vidyata in their language, could elevate the man from cautor, to posthabeo and ...erhaps proeliator if he had the requisite instruction and demonstrated the necessary skills. If he remained a cautor and took an uxor from the class of cautor children, his children could only rise to cautor. Otherwise they could only marry the progagus of other cautor. This usually meant Cautor didn’t marry, as by design, the Optimates tended. The rest of her avatars flitted away, returning to whatever jobs they’d been assigned. Faye Tertiary paused for a moment, in a most uncharacteristic lack of enthusiasm for her most coveted position. She glanced back at Faye Primary, a flicker of uncertainty on her face, before she returned to the video archives constructed by her special programs.Back and forth the two combatants fought, blocking punches and dodging sweeping kicks. John watched in fascination as he studied them both, admiring. First tentatively rubbing my open slit with my fingertips then, as the sensations of arousal overcame any feelings of shame, thrusting them as deep into my vagina as Adam thrust his cock into my mouth.It felt so wicked, so wanton! Me, a pregnant, middle-aged mother of three playing with my own clitoris, a stranger’s cock in my mouth, fingering myself wildly in front of my lover, my husband and my lover’s wife!“That’s good, Alice; that’s very good!”Adam released my hair then placed his hands. Softly to Henry he said “You know people think she nice and sweet, wouldn’t hurt a fly kinda person. It’s all a cover.” Alex quickly moved out of striking distance as Jennifer let another punch came his way.Into the phone Jennifer responded, “Hi, it’s Jennifer, Cindy’s friend.”“Yes” she laughed “that one. Is Cindy home? Okay, thanks.”After a brief pause “Hey Cindy, yeah, wait a sec,” and handed over the phone to Henry.He moved away from Alex and Jennifer and said “Hey Cindy.”Quietly she said.