Competence is more important as you go up the tree!”“You have it in one. Even better is when you find a man who respects you for who you are rathe... than how you look.”The woman smiled back. “I have a husband like that.”“Good for you. This is ours,” she said, indicating Reg.“Ours?” The lady was quick on the uptake.“Yep. We have to share him, but he is worth it. We are off soon to get married on Rehome.”“Rehome?” she repeated with a frown on her face. “I have heard some unbelievable tales about. ‘And if, if sexual pleasure serves the Goddess, then ohh, then service to the Goddess is s-s-sexual pleasure…unnh, ohhh, serving the Goddess feels like sex, serving the Goddess is sex, obedience to Her will is the true pleasure, oh, oh, oh Goddess yes!’ She clenched her eyes shut and bucked her hips against her hand in one of the most spectacular and uninhibited climaxes Malcolm had ever imagined, let alone seen. After a long, loud moment, she finally opened her eyes again and slid her dripping. She was wearing black tight skirt and silver color sleeveless silk top that appeared to be a size shorter to conceal her full breasts and forming a huge bulge in the front and a deep cleavage. She had broad neckline and most of her shoulders were seen naked. She kept her hairs fall on her shoulders. To match with her sensuality she was wearing silver heeled sandals thus giving contour to her butts. Overall she was as sexy package and full of raw sensuality. She walked towards me and shook hands. This was the wrong time to joke around with Charlie. He was already upset after talking to his father. I was making it worse. I agreed to change the wording."You need to get something in you stomach. Do you feel like eating?" I asked."I want to talk to Deb," he said."No, you don't. Put some clothes on and we'll get something to eat."Charlie was insistent. "I'm going to call Deb." Put your clothes on while I order room service. Have something to eat, and then you can talk to her."That's how the.