And, Honey, in case you didn't notice, the ante is one hundred." "I don't have that kind of money on me," moaned Honey.Jaqui smiled, or what it a leer..., and replied, "That's OK. I'll give you one hundred dollars credit for those lace panties. Just drop them in the cup and we're ready to rack."Honey hesitated and looked around like a trapped bunny rabbit in a den of wolves. "It's either that," continued Jaqui, "or drop you drawers and lean over the table for two swats with that fancy leather. I gently ran my fingers up and down her slit area, then she moved down another rung and I did the same again, she never said a word but she was enjoying the touch.Walking down another couple of feet she was three rungs off the bottom as my fingers were caressing her she said “It’s been a few years since anyone’s touched me” as she said that I reached around the front of her pants and pulled down the zip, snaking my fingers inside I rubbed the front of her slit, she was very moist.Rubbing her. Over the next two years our phone calls stopped,then when our second daughter was born we moved to Wimbledon, and I became a dad and a husband, and apart from an affair with a younger Japanese woman, I was a good dad and husband.I never tried to contact Harry until it was to late.Then before Christmas 1999, after a works Christmas party,I could not get a taxi.so one of the guys I worked with, said come back to mine we can have a drink and I will call you a taxi home from there.I knew he was. Was this the same women, who openly encouraged him to go as near her hairy hole as possible and now do the same and more in front of hubby who was now reading a book?Getting up, he introduced himself, and said that he was interested in helping Gwen, ‘relieve her deep seated problem and ‘to be frank Harvey, watch you give her relief in the way she really wanted when you treated her in hospital. She is a very sensuous lady so a long massage would be really good for her and me, if you.