He only came to see her about once a week and he was eyeing the new blonde at the office more than she cared for.When he stood behind the new girl and...one hand disappeared, Martha was pleased to hear her say, "Don't do that again, Mr. Harris," quite firmly.Martha had never had an unexpected visitor in all the months she had been using the apartment, so she was surprised when the door announced that someone wanted to come in. She glanced at the scan and saw a harassed looking woman of about. He wants other men to think about what it would be like to have me.”I shrug but I feel a little tightness in my throat. It occurs to me that this thought has been there in the back of my mind. You’re looking at me intently. You also know the thought is there.“It’s like he’s whoring me out a little bit, right? I mean not actually whoring me out. But the hint of it is there. This is my wife. My private whore.”“Private?” I say. I raise my eyebrows.You raise your eyebrows back. “Well, here I am. So. Would I be okay knowing that? I hoped the answer turned out to be yes.It really came down to me deciding if I'd be okay with assisting Joyce's rescue efforts. All I had to do was accept the situation, then do some talking and explaining to each of my wives, and to Eddie and Dale.It was something I could do, something I'd be doing mostly for Joyce, but, hopefully, also for Cindy.It was all a matter of definition anyway. What was a wife? In my world, I already had two kinds, one legal wife, and. Her pussy was pink and slightly swollen. Sarah began to feel wet and swollen herself, but she was unsure why it was happening. Anne didn't seem to notice Sarah yet.She began to move the leg she had on the top bench back and forth, then she put her other leg up next to it. Her knees were bent and, from across the sauna, Sarah could see her pussy between her legs. She started to rub her legs against each other. The younger nurse realized with a start that she was masturbating but it was hard to.