He admitted that he would have been jealous, anyway. Maybe it’s best for him, given his attitude, if he stopped fucking around, but I’ll be ready ...hen he starts it again. For now, however, he’s out of the game. I did meet that jockey that I mentioned earlier, mind you. Raul. He’s a Puerto Rican. Maybe he can join in the fun,” Jenny laughed at her situation a bit.“Works for me,” I said, and then told her about Melvin/Melissa, Camille, and all that jazz, plus the androgynous ticket clerk that I. Familiarity, it turned out, bred contempt, and he truly felt everyone else in this tower was an inept moron. As such, every day, he prayed for the day he would receive a challenger and bring about a transformation that would reignite his own spark..."I'm the only one doing any work," he thought to himself. "Of course, when your only task is to play around all day as you wait for the next challenger, you'll be in a position to snatch them away when they arrive. Damn vassals... It's been far too. . . smirk . . . on his face." Her anger began to overcome her shame, "He agreed with me! I could see it in his eyes. He thought I was a cheap floozy, too overcome with my own needs for any dignity at all!" "That smug, self-satisfied, slug! I'll kill him for making me beg for a kiss!" Her voice had risen but I let my own quiet tones remind her of the need for discretion even as I replied, "That's the idea." It brought her up short in her tirade. If we were contemplating . The words are seismic. I slide my fingers against my pussy lips, and then slip them just inside me. I let out tiny quiet whimpers as I began to finger my pussy, first one finger inside me and then two. She responds with her own sounds, sound that defy words, sounds that come from deep inside her, like waters pouring from a private well. I picture her fingers buried deep inside her. I shiver at the image, push my fingers deeper into my pussy, moan again, louder. We create a wordless dialogue of.