. there really isn't that much." She bent down and picked up a round hatbox. Lifting the lid, she laughed as she picked out a yellow hat with a few fe...thers hanging from it. "This looks like it was from the twenty's. I remember playing with it as a little girl... that's probably why I have it now." She placed it back in and closed the lid.I crouched down and began to root around in the boxes, "What are these for?" I held up what looked like records but they were way too thick."Those are. ”I asked, “Lots of men think about sharing their woman. Has he ever mentioned it?”“When we were engaged he did but I was putting on a good girl image so I didn’t encourage it even though it was interesting even back then.”“Doesn’t he wonder how you get along while he’s gone?”“He finally did ask. I quoted the Beatles, ‘I get a little help from my friends’. That’s how I would refer to my dildo and vibrator. I guess you qualify as a ‘friend’ too.” She grinned.I had an idea, “My sister confided in. Then one day she had been called to his office. He had told her that he had arranged a career opportunity for her. He said she was to meet people who would give her big time promotion and distribution. He told her that he would take care of her as he always promised.She had been ecstatic at this news and had hugged him with joy. He told her they were to meet the producer and some other important people that night and she should get ready. He then added he had bought a new outfit for her to wear. ..."Turns out that Number Four was a guy I could see since he was sitting in front of me. He stood up and took a pair of scissors from Adam, right in front of me so I could see.They disappeared out of my field of vision.I could feel Number Four grabbing the butt of my speedo and then I could hear the scissors cutting through the lycra. He asked Number One if that was acceptable, which it was.Number Four came back in to my view and sat down. I heard a belt jingling and then a zipper, I'm.