"Master what's going on down here?" asked Kate her voice drifting up from my lap."I have three beautiful women trying to get me drunk so they can have... their wicked way with me and one lying in my lap at the moment." I growled. "What do you think it is?"Kate's only response was to turn her head slightly and grind herself a little harder into my groin. I resisted the urge to groan and my thoughts already getting a little out of sync from the drinks were running through the different things I. And there seems to be enough variety in the characters, their motivations, and the storylines to be pleasing to many different types of readers.”I wasn’t sure what he meant, and I asked, “What do you mean when you say there are different motivations and different types of readers?”Gary seemed to be happy that I was interested enough to want to talk more about the stories, and he put down his book, before answering, “Well, it’s pretty easy to see how the wives could get excited about fucking men. Maybe I should just try to meet her. Except that she wasn’t here tonight, so he would just have to wait until she was.That will fix this, he thought, as he turned on the shower. Once I meet her in person she’ll be just like every other girl. If there was one thing Alastair was bitter about, it was most definitely girls. He wondered how well he would dance if he wasn’t constantly burdened with the heaviness of betrayal and depression. He needed joy in his dancing, the way that little dancer had. The couple were both a little younger than me, I guessed, probably in the mid-fifties. He was a tall handsome guy in good shape, balding and with a three-day beard. She was about 5'4 with reddish-brown hair and a pretty face. Her body was pretty good and it looked like she exercised. She wore a tan one-piece suit that held her D cups up high. I guessed that about half her tits were exposed and the cleavage was so deep you could lose something in there. She had some impressive rack.I tried to.