He gave it with a nod. Taking a position opposite of Josie, she likewise began to bathe him, in a sense, with the wipes – first, the chest and back,...then the arms and legs.Helen struggled mightily with the knowledge that this was likely the most intimate, physical contact she’d had with her husband in at least six months, if not a year or more. What had started out as definitely not erotic was starting to become so, at least for her. It didn’t last, however.When they finished, Josie tossed her. Seizing her with hands soaked in her blood he spun her around on the ropes to face the opposite direction. Jen saw the chefs she had glimpsed earlier, now mostly standing by empty grills. To one side, previously blocked from her view, a great fire pit had been dug and Jen saw men carefully tending a bed of glowing coals under the slowly rotating carcass of some large animal. Jen realized that this was the smell that had had her mouth watering for the past hour. As the carcass rotated. I started unbuttoning my shirt just as I would if I were at home. As it spread open and my chest was revealed, Blaise let out an audible grunt. Something about that calmed my nerves ever so slightly.“Slow down,” he ordered. “Let me enjoy this.”“I don’t know how to strip for anybody,” I said. “I’m just taking my clothes off like I normally do.”“Well, do it slower.”I got another approving grunt as I pulled my shirt out of my jeans, and a short moan when I pulled it off completely.I wasn’t a. I'm beginning to feel all of you, and particularly my sister-wife and our husband, just like Diana said I would."Around outsiders, we'll wear conservative clothing and bras. Around our family or other Alpha families, we'll be more relaxed. And if my son gets a kick out of looking at my boobs or ass through my clothing, well, he's welcome to do it. And if he walks in and occasionally catches me without a top on, or sees my boobs bouncing around when Van is fucking me, well, it won't kill either.