It was a nice spacious place.When Sandy came to the door she was blushing and already looked embarrassed. I smiled and walked into her living room. Sa...dy was always a bit quiet and shy but now she was looking at the floor and barely speaking loud enough for me to hear her. Luckily mom had told me what she wanted. It seems Sandy has a bit of a fetish where she likes to be dominated by a man. So I told her in a strong commanding voice, “You know why I’m here?”In her usual quiet manner, “yes”“So. There's always a welcome in my vagina for either of them, but it's definitely Jocelyn's home.The thought's never far from my mind while we play our quartets, whether I'm watching the passion in their eyes during sad Russian music, or their devotion to Beethoven's sublime late quartets. I was always specially aware of Elijah and Jocelyn.That's till I 'discovered' Cherish.It was another quartet who approached us and started it all.Somehow they must have sensed we were game for it. They said they. She would happily be a second wife."Susan's mother was overwhelmed with all this information. "So you are just a girlfriend while he looks for another woman to marry? That is a most peculiar situation to be in." Tokunbo looks on it differently. She says he needs a wife of his own generation, because she will get older while he is still a young man, so he needs a wife who will age with him. So you see, she is thinking of him, and his future." I still think it is odd. It leaves you in a most. My groin hurts too much.” Then she hit him again and said, “And it’s all your fault, Donald Whitfield!”“That’s nice,” he said mildly. “But how would they know, darling, unless you tell them? I have honored my promise to you completely. Not only have I taken out no ads at all in The Star, I didn’t send them even a small notice. Of course, I am continuing my weekly full-page ads in The Times and The Sunday Telegraph, but you assured me the prostitutes never see those.”“They don’t,” she answered.