But somehow I had a feeling that it was going to happen anyway, whether we wanted to or not. Just thinking about it was making me get horny again. I...grabbed Crissie as she started to see the rest of workers starting to get sucked off. We ran for a about two blocks and then sat on a bench to talk."Did I just turn two guys into sluts?" said Crissie. "Yeah about two hours ago and we fucked just like they did," I said. "I must be the rings. All I wanted to do was make them feel ashamed but I. There was even an occasional handjob. Never did we actually have sex in weeks.It was then I suspected she was cheating. Not that I had room to talk. I was fooling around with Lana after I suspected the cheating. I would find out the truth and take the appropriate measures to protect myself and my money.So, in between some of our cybersex sessions, I had been able to set up extra security such as motion lights, hidden cameras, and microphones that I could access on my tablet. I also took. I knew I had all the beautyany man could want, but I couldn't escape the newness of the sensation,or in this case, the lack of it. Nothing stirred at my midsection; Icould not feel what a man feels when he gazes intently on a woman, as Iwas doing now. *What do women think when they see their own beauty? Whatam I supposed to be feeling now?*I thought many women looked at themselves questioningly, critically: Am Ijust right? Are there flaws? What do I need to fix? What is it that'sbeyond fixing?. ‘It’s a croquet set!’ she answered, and proceeded to empty the contents out. There was a set of curved metal hoops, four clubs (I learned later they are actually called mallets), several balls, a centre peg and a wooden hammer; it all looked fairly new, and I guessed it had been acquired since our previous visit.‘I don’t know, honey,’ I said rather doubtfully, ‘maybe one evening – it’s getting hot now’.She pursed her lips for a second, looking at me as if there was some joke which I hadn’t.