...are you serious?” “I have met a man.” She said. “A man who wants to cuckold you.” I stared at her wanting to see a smile break out on h...r face. I wanted it to be fantasy talk but it wasn’t. Her face kept its serious look. “You’re not joking are you Jane.” She shook her head. “No Mark I am not. I have met a man called Alex. He wants to fuck me tonight; here in this hotel room. He wants to cuckold you.” My knees started to buckle and I had to sit down on the edge of the bath. Jane reached. I have a membership card. Jenny does not, so we stop at Reception."Hi, I am Joe McEwan. I'm a member, but my wife isn't. Can I sign Jenny in as a guest today?"The receptionist looks up and smiles; smiles at me and smiles at Jenny but for her, the smile is ever so slightly quizzical. Of course, Jenny is very striking. Beautiful and deeply tanned with her smooth head. I suppose I am not the sort of bloke the receptionist expects to see with a girl like Jenny?"Yes, of course. That will be £12. It. I asked the girls, "So how long have I been on the DL so that I can figure out if I can get back on the twenty-five man roster for the playoffs.It was Sherry who told me, "Joe and Andy put you on the DL as soon as you passed out that second time. He was able to back it up to the day you got sick, so you have ten days from right now to get in good enough shape to play."Now I was anxious to get back to doing something about exercise and throwing. The girls were walking with me, guiding me toward. Her assistant Greta was performing well and the pair of hairless sex-toy slaves Golda and Jacob were helping her to keep on a creative high and the more she indulged her orgasms the more advanced the energy project progressed.The loss of the Russian oil fields meant that the Nazi war machine had to find alternative sources of energy and they were already cruising on the edge of disaster with their shortfalls in almost every sector.Greta was a key to keeping the project on track. The silly cunt.