’ As we rushed into the elevator Jennifer asked, ‘Is daddy growing up?’ ‘He’s trying his best. I talked with her this morning. I told her I ...trusted her judgment, and to let her conscience be her guide. She told me she loved me, and I said I loved her too. Then we sat down and watched Gordon make a big mess of his waffles. Didn’t you Gordon?’ ‘The waffle was big, and my mouth is small. The syrup gets all over me before I can get it all in.’ ‘That’s why we have soap and water. It not only cleans. All through Tuesday afternoon, over countless cups of coffee, and into Tuesday night over a bottle of wine, Marina vented her frustrations. Steven was a good husband, Marina couldn’t deny it, but there was no getting away from the fact he was a dud in bed. ‘How do you mean?’ Penny asked, when she heard Marina say this about Steven for the third time in the last hour. Marina’s reply was forcefully expressed, ‘He cums so quickly, and it’s always the same: he just doesn’t have any imagination. “I wonder if she offersss other favorsss too.”“Do we have the coin for that kind of entertainment?” Rhys asked.Chassari gracefully slid onto a chair and offered him a cryptic smile. “I do.” She undid a small, jangling bag from her tool belt and quickly counted a handful of coins into Rhys’ hand. “For beds, food and drink.”“Thank you. I’ll talk to the innkeep,” Rhys said. “One moment.” He walked towards the bar. No one seemed to have noticed their group – or the assembled mercenary types didn’t. I pull my chair a little closer to the desk and spread my legs, my wraparound skirt gets pulled open and I slide the fabric to either side of my thighs. Keeping one hand on my desk seeming to be reading some paperwork, I slide my other hand between my legs and peel my sticky panties to one side. I stroke my hot pussy, massaging my wetness up and down the crease of my lips, circling my clit with my wet fingers. I have not got enough room between my legs to diddle my clit, I tear my fingers away.