Taking her. The thought sent a chill down her spine. But then she thought again of her husband, with his pants around his ankles, playing with himself...as he watched another man fuck his wife. Playing with his smallish penis. "What kind of man enjoys watching other men have his wife?" Jen thought. But she felt bad for thinking these thoughts, and tried to shake them from her mind.Then her thoughts were interrupted by the ring of her cell phone."Hello," she said."It's me," Mike said. "Uh — where. Their hands touched and they locked fingers. "Dost thou see?" she asked. "Our minds do run in the same channel." I do believe you have a streak of a free spirit in you, Harrah." She made a demure smile. "Tell me -- how did you manage to get out of your compound?" I'll show thee." But -- I'd imagine the fiancee of Prophet Zahn would be carefully watched."She smiled again. "I have two watchers, but they live in opposite wings of the sister's residence. I simply tell Sister Dorcas that I am going. It was not unknown for two players to be both playing to lose since they desired to be the Queen of Hearts. Margaret’s last game with Katie Carmillion had been just such a game and was regarded as a classic. It had lasted fully thirty six hours. It was not safe for an player to assume that their opponent was playing to lose however because it was a frequent tactic to appear to be playing for the Queen of Hearts in order to lure the other player into indiscreet moves whilst covertly building up. It fit the shape of my ass so well as I modeled it in front of the mirror. I reached under my skirt to push my cock between my legs so I appear to have a pussy. I then took out my purple tank top, which exposed my shaved thin stomach. I slipped it on and it reveled that my nipples still showed through. I continued to play with the silicone nipples. I slipped into my new stripper heels and stood up and looked in the mirror. It was easily the sexiest and sluttiest look I ever had seen. Put on.