The wife was not that unattractive in Julie’s opinion and still had a certain glow of youthful appeal that drew horny football players to her like b...ees to blossoms. Heaven only knew why the Doctor had lost his interest in pounding her heart-shaped bottom in nocturnal bliss. Her constant barrage of derision and accusatory sarcasm had insulated him from any thought of conjugal interaction with a person he now considered “the enemy”.Professor Hardcastle had a reputation of giving out inflated. Liz answered the door, stuck her head out quickly, looking up and down the street, and then hastily pulled Desirée inside."Liz, what's going on?" Desirée asked, surprised at her friend's manner. "You act like a woman hunted."Liz curled up on the couch, pulling her long legs up under her, and glanced behind her out the window, again, cautiously. As Desirée sat in a stuffed chair opposite, Liz was a shadowy silhouette against the glare of the sun through the window behind. Shaffer, naked, was sitting on a velvet-upholstered boudoir chair closely facing a wide, full-length mirror. They were in the master bedroom of the Highland Park lakeside mansion of James’s department store owner friend, George Vaughn, on the banks of Lake Michigan in the northern suburbs of Chicago. Ada, also fully naked except for red lace-up dress boots, was sitting in his lap, also facing the mirror. He had his legs spread a bit, and Ada’s left leg was lying on top of Shaffer’s left leg,. And a strange, masochistic desire... of wanting it to go on, debasing her, humiliating her, beyond reason. She couldn't have explained it. It was just there... keening in her body-mind, as he shoved that tantalizing finger deeper inside her warm, moistly tremulant cunt.Lois moaned in an agony of emotional conflict... of wanting... and not wanting. Her nerve endings were alive with the singing shimmer of sensual sensation, the electric shock of it spreading down her thighs and up her tingling.