" Before you go, girls, there is one final command," Ann said. "If, tomorrow morning, either of your husbands can even talk, consider yourselves to be complete failures. My command is that you return home and fuck your husbands' brains out! Clear?"Christy gently caressed her slit as she said in a most demure voice, "Fuck John's brains out? Okay."The two dressed and looked exquisite — and both appeared to be in their early 20's. Paula dropped Jo off at the Defense Ministry. She wanted to greet her husband alone. Christy, on the other hand, wanted Paula to accompany her and witness her taking her husband, John Wulf, on his desk in the Finance Ministry.When Paula entered the ministry, she was immediately welcomed and waved on to the minister's office. By now, she was the best-known member of the government, and widely respected as the most influential counselor to both the president and the prime minister.Wulf's secretary smiled a greeting — she was on the phone at the time — and just. "Your... your hair, Elizabeth. It's gettingdarker." What?" A dizziness washed over her. "Oh... oh, my." She closed hereyes and sank down onto a barstool.* * * * *Elizabeth found herself back in Chicago, back in that little hotelroom. It was her wedding night, and Theo -- and she and Theo weredoing what a couple did on their wedding night.This time she wasn't afraid, as she had been then. She gloried in thesensations of Theo's lips on hers, of his hands touching her body,touching her in places that her mother had told her to never touchherself. Then, she felt him inside her. It hurt -- just for a moment-- but the pain faded quickly. It was replaced by something, anenergy, an exquisite pleasure like she had never felt before and thatshe never wanted to end. The pleasure grew; it flowed across her likethe blessed rain after a long drought, better and better and betterstill, until there was no Theo, no Elizabeth, just a joining, a moving,and... and an _explosion_ of purest.
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