After a quiet dinner together, as usual Charles disappeared into his special room; the one he calls campaign headquarters and Sara tried to read but c...uld not settle. Robert's plan required Charles to show he wanted sex with Sara and so far it had been six weeks and he did not even want to kiss her.For the next four weeks; Charles showed no interest in anything sexy; but now Sara was not complaining because she was getting more than enough from Rob whilst Charles was not around. Then around the. She was wearing a white sweater with a pink diamond pattern. It had a scoop neck, was cut very low in back, and fastened in back with two buttons near her waist. A snug pink mini-skirt clung to her lower half. Bobby slid his hands onto the smooth flesh of her back. ‘God! I love how it feels when you touch me!’ she purred. Deftly, he undid the buttons holding her sweater closed and pushed it down. Paula straightened her arms and let it drop. His hands moved under her arms, onto her lovely,. ‘What your husband is alleged to have done is called Incest.’ At that point Laura amazed me. She held up her hand as if to stop things, and asked, ‘For it to be incest, doesn’t there have to be a blood relationship? I don’t want him getting off on a technicality, but Bernard Jacobs isn’t the father of any of my girls!’ I heard Pat’s gasp even over mine. I could hardly believe what I had heard. Laura continued, ‘Let me explain. I grew up in a religious community in the Ottawa Valley. One of the. You stood there, in all your beauty, awaiting my command. I took my time to examine all the perfect details of your body, from the sweet shape of your feet in your high heels, up the long, smooth curves of your legs, lingering on the womanliness of your hips and your pussy. Then across your tight, fit, tummy. Lingering again on you breathtakingly beautiful breasts, then to your arms, your shoulders, your neck, your rich brown hair. My gaze then settled on the capstone of your loveliness, your.