”“Ahh,” Mistress held up one finger. “Did she think that Andy loved her?” She turned slightly, fixing Andy with her gaze. “Do not look at ...arsha.”The finger turned to point at Marsha. Andy found the sidelong look with a questioning eyebrow utterly fascinating. He knew he could move, but somehow knew he would not.“She had doubts,” Marsha said. “Constant doubts. She often said she could not understand why he loved her, because she was so shallow, so unreliable.”“Over to you, Andrew. Why did you. Finally, my horny wife decides to go take a shower before the nights main event while Adam and I remain and eat some more pizza. The bathroom is adjacent to and behind the living room which is where we are eating. I notice two things almost simultaneously. First, the shower sounds louder than normal and the other is Adam keeps looking back over his shoulder about every 10 to 15 seconds. I turn around to see what has his attention and I see the bathroom door is wide open and the shower. My nipples are very sensitive.’ Josh stared down, looking at the two small buds, and then to her beautiful hazel eyes. ‘Kat, are you sure you want to do this? After all you’ve been through. I’ll understand if you want to stop.’ ‘I want you to make love with me. I want to feel good about myself, knowing that I’ve chosen to make love and if it hurts me a little, I don’t care, at least I’ll know that any pain I feel will be made with care, and not deliberately.’ Kissing her again, Josh’s hands. Friday morning Angela and I used the Lear Jet to fly to Boston. A limo picked us up at the airport and whisked us off to our hotel, one of Boston's finest. We had a two bedroom suite with a living room, dining room, balcony, and a great big hot tub in one of the two bathrooms. I was impressed. The suite came with a valet for me and a "ladies maid" for Angela.My valet walked me through my bedroom pointing out where all my clothes were hung in which closet and of course what was in the various.