I was oily inside, which was good, because water is a terrible lubricant. I brought my slick juice up from just inside my opening and spread it over m... clitty, and when the water washed that away, I went back for more — first with one finger, then with two. Each time I had to go in deeper, until finally I said fuck it and stuffed my fingers in up to the knuckles. I jiggled them in and out, and my clitty stood up, getting tighter and more ticklish and begging for attention. I told myself I was. “What do you mean? Where is she?” There was only one ‘she’ that could be referred to.“With that awful man from New York. She said, ‘Tiger, go to your master.’” Wendy looked up at me with something approaching dread in her eyes. “Tony. She ordered me to leave. Kate never does that.”“Where are they?” I asked. I was getting mad. No one had the right to give my Tiger orders—even her lover. I was shocked at my reaction. My Tiger. Mine to command. No one else’s. Shit!“They’re in the auditorium. We. Enough sexual tension flowed between them that neither would recall a week later the name of the movie they saw. They watched it with interest, especially the scene where the British actress simulated getting fucked from behind. Rich wondered how the actress looked when she really had orgasm. Neither of them said anything in the interest of getting to know each other during the film. It was still early evening when they left the theater. They stood on the sidewalk in the June twilight, both. " It's not just me, Wanda, there are three other women at the house and you know we don't have a conventional relationship out there. Do you think this person would be compatible?"Wanda grinned, "Oh, I think she would be more than compatible. She's losing her apartment as she's making more than allowed to live where she is right now, so she needs to move and our house would be convenient." Why's that, Wanda?"Wanda lowered her voice, "Because Angie could ride back and forth with me or Bobby or.