What about y'all?" Hmm," Nicole muttered. "Yeah, a little." Frankly, I'm enjoying the downtime," Sandy said. "But... yeah, boredom might be just aroun... the corner. Waddaya have in mind?"I tossed the Forbes magazine on the table. "What would the two of you say if I suggested we spend a few nights in each of the world's ten most expensive hotels?" Sounds fun," Nicole said."Argh. The book tour cured me of traveling for a while," Sandy said, but she picked up the magazine and flipped through the. * Hours have passed. The phone rings. It’s you, telling me that you’re at the nearest interchange, and that means it’s time for me to dress. I’ve already laid out the pieces of the necessary attire: boots, stockings, bra, choker. I sit on the bed and bring my left leg up next to me. The stocking slips smoothly over the newly shaven leg, and I slide it up to my mid-thigh, settling it in place where it is comfortable staying. I love the look of my leg so clad, and I smooth my right hand down the. One evening, my host, a likeable guy called Tom, said he was taking me to the best club in the city, but I had better be ready to dance, as there were lots of lovely women who went there. I took that as a rival bit of Texan hyperbole and went along happily with his suggestion. The club was huge, tables around the sides, a long bar at one end and the stage at the other. The sound system was real state-of-the-art stuff, which meant deafening, but the band was great. Once we'd grabbed a cold beer. She looked fantastic.That night Jim was waiting so turned on he was pacing like a lion in a cage. When Beth got home he gave her a hell of a kiss and then said,"Tell me... what happened."Beth smiled at her husbands excitement and replied."He didn't take his eyes off of me. He was at my desk most of the day. I caught him looking down my blouse at my breasts repeatedly. He told me I looked so good he could eat me." And she giggled... excitedly.Jim scooped her up and carried her to their bed where.