Rating: R "Marie," said James Stevensen to his wife of just four years, "the postoffice has done it again. We're still getting mail for that guy acr...sstown. We may have the same house number, but he's at 1741 EastJefferson Street and we're at 1741 West Jefferson Street, there's almosta five mile difference between our houses. Besides, he's JackStephenson. That's a big difference in our last names. I only use Jackas a nickname."Stevensen added, "It's too late to go to the post office. Keep up, or you'll all fall like dominoes."The train of naked, chained women walked down what seemed like a school hallway. Their leader pulled them at a rate just a little faster than Alice was comfortable with. It was not a long walk, though there were some turns. One to the left, then two to the right.They were lead into a room that echoed like a bathroom."You all stink," declared their leader. "You will all shower."The female took the first half of the train into another room. Alice waited. She asked me to set up a first meeting at a pub so we could get to know eachother and see if there was any Chemistry before we decide to go through with it. The next weekend we met Dave in a bar downtown. My wife and Dave hit it off right away. She was practically sitting on his lap while we had a few beers and picked at an order of chips and salsa. My wife then said, "now that we have found you we need to talk about the ground rules. She said: 1) I want my husband in the room with her at all. As I bottomed out deep inside her, she wrapped her legs over my calves and began thrusting her hips in time with mine. Our minds, our hearts, our entire existence was in perfect synchronization, one with the other. When she wanted me to stroke faster, I could feel her want flowing through my body. When she wanted more of those slow, sensual strokes, I could feel that, too. There was only one part of each of us that wasn’t yet connected in this magical dance of lust and love. We cured that.