Worley’s private quarters. Like the rest of the mansion, the room was darkened except for the fireplace and the assorted candles illuminating the fo...ur-posted bed. Daniel Worley was sitting in a large chair in the darkness. With a wave of his hand, he motioned the two women to move into the light. Instantly dropping into character, May moved tentatively, almost fearfully, over to the foot of the bed. Kelly confidently followed behind. Stopping just feet in front of their host, Kelly lightly. ” He was going to the bathroom to take care of it. Her nose wrinkled in disgust. Teenage boys were so nasty.“Don’t I look pretty, George?” Julie twirled in her powder blue chemise and corset. It was late on a weekday night, the kids were sleeping, and the parents had been hard at work on the house all day. Time for some fun.“You always look pretty, Jules.” George tried not to frown. “What about some different lingerie tonight? It’s been a while since you wore that red, lacey set I got you for. I moan with pleasure. She pulls away and smiles knowingly at me. You are just a slut arent you? You cant help yourself. She laughs. The elevator stops at our floor, and as the door opens I am still leaning against the back wall, aroused and languid, She grabs my hand and pulls me into the hallway. Keep yourself together long enough to get us into your room, slut, she is laughing at me. I walk down the hall, swaying a little from the margaritas, digging the room key out of my purse. We reach our. Sex was the opposite of selfishness, I told her. She bought into my philosophy and we had the most delightful sessions any two people could possibly have. It was probably better than any sex I had experienced in my previous life, and I was loving every moment of it.Diane wasn't interested in golf, so I kept that part of my recreational interests to myself. I would go to the driving range once or twice a week and work on my recollection of the lessons I had taken. I was pleased that I was.