Yes, if he were willing, this would be the man she would take home tonight. She saw Grant watching them dance, and the mixture both anger and jealousy...in his eyes. Part of her was leaping for joy that he was jealous, and part of her was wanting him to stop this, but she knew he wouldn't. Not only was that not his style, this was her game and thus, they were playing by her rules.After a few dances, they walked back to the bar for another round of drinks. Bella was flirting with this stranger and. We shared everything. Wives, homes, cars, bikes. Even our daughters.Our girls had been carefully brought up; trained and groomed by myself and their mother for one thing.Serve the club.The girls moved around the table, touching the men lightly, pouring whiskey, and lighting cigars. My two raven-haired daughters allowed the men to run their hands down their backs or cup their butts, occasionally sitting in the lap of an older man as they played their hands.Marie was sitting in Bruce's lap,. He and mom had retired early a few years ago and moved to the warm climate of Tucson, Arizona. Dad had worked for almost thirty years on Wall Street as a trader, trading shares of whatever the hell he traded and making a fantastic living. Oh he never made those famous seven figure bonuses that you hear so much about but he did damned well. After their move to Tucson he and mom enjoyed their retired life ... that is until about eighteen months ago when his wife Helen was diagnosed with advanced. "Ahhhhhh Bets. YES. Now, just... just open your mouth, and slide back and forth around it.” Slowly, weakly, she opened her mouth and put it around the head. She sucked at it a little, and then Archie took his hand, and slowly pushed her head further onto it, and then grabbed her hair and pulled her back off of it. He slowly repeated the process until she got the hang of it. She bobbed back and forth on it, but she wasn’t getting nearly enough of it into her mouth. All of a sudden Archie.