Suddenly, Glory had a vivid vision of Katherine standing at the pole with a long, tanned leg wrapped around it, ready to "dance" for her brother. The ...oom was quite dark, with only one bright stage light shining down over the gleaming brass pole. The shapely teen wore nothing but the high heels she had on in real life. She was looking right at Glory with a deadly serious stare, as if challenging her. Glory imagined her saying, Come, dance. Join the debauchery. Join the evil.Glory shuddered and. , women. Why would we do something to the man that we love that we, ourselves, would hate?For men, though, and especially those with Hotwife fantasies, jealousy is a big component and tool for us to keep our men hot and bothered. Sometimes just the mere mention of being flirted with by that cute guy at our favorite restaurant, or our interest in the sexy personal trainer at the gym is enough to send our men into a sexual frenzy. It doesn’t take a lot to feed the fantasy. It’s not ALL about. "Sit down, sit down!" Ellen beamed smiling, seeing Dianne's curious expression as she scanned her eyes about the room. "Like I said, just doing some cleaning, going through the couch cushions for loose change," she said apologetically, tossing a couple of the pillows from the floor back onto the couch for Dianne to use. "Would you like some coffee? I think I still have enough for a couple of cups if you'd like, or ... I can even make fresh!"Ellen was talking a thousand miles an hour, obviously. I'm coming for you. Gather your essentials and I’ll be there shortly.” He had got there and found her in her bedroom lying on the bed sobbing. That was two hours ago. Now he knows just what she needs to relax. Carrying her up the steps to the bathroom he runs a warm bath for her, adding relaxing lavender scented bath salts. Kissing her forehead he slowly strips away her clothes. One piece at a time, discarding the remnants of her painful past as she looks away. Her downcast eyes hold shadows.