Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Coercion, Heterosexual, Wife Watching, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Cream Pie,
Desc: Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Jenny's husband is an undercover vice cop trying to uncover the source of a company's secrets. His wife is duped into helping him. She is subjected to humiliation in ferriting out secrets from her husbands adversary.
Jenny Marie Jenkins turned off the sprinkler in the back yard and put away the shears. She piled the cut spirea branches into the big plastic garbage cans spaced along the hedge. With the branches that were sticking out cut off, it would be easier to run the riding mower closer to the hedge. She dusted of the fine white flowers that had gathered on her clothing.
The grey wool hunting socks that were folded over the top of her chocolate colored lumberjack boots were covered with the little critters that had blown off of the plants as she cut them. Her cut-off Levi's had quite a few of the flowers trapped in the folds at the edge of her shorts where they had been turned up. "I need to just cut them and hem them a little shorter." She thought to herself. On the other hand, the length of her cutoffs seemed tied to her attitude for the day. If she was going into the store, she usually left them turned down with the edges just about mid thigh.
When she was working in the garden in her back yard, she turned them up as far as they would go to get more sun. If it was a real nice day, she would take them off and just do work in her bikini bottoms. The same with her top. The thin light cotton shirt with ivory buttons was tucked into her waist band now, but she might also work with the bottom rolled up and tied in front of her, or she might even just work in the bikini top.
In this particular case, nobody seemed around, so she took the cotton top off in order to shake out the flowers in them. Jenny took of her huge straw Stetson and bent over to shake whatever flowers she might have in her hair.
She heard Joe's Wrangler turn into the gravel drive. She could tell what kind of mood he was in before he got into the house. If there was gravel flying, and the door slammed, she knew he had had a bad day. He had been promoted to undercover vice several years ago and had been ecstatic about it at the time. As time went by, he became more and more frustrated at the cases he had been solving. The age of the arrested people stayed the same. He on the other hand was getting older. It was harder and harder for him to strike up a friendship or form a bond with the people he needed to break many of the cases.
"How did it go today, hon?" Jenny asked as she kissed him on the cheek and grabbed his arm as they walked into the house. "Same damned problem." He said in frustration as he threw his keys on the table in the entry and hung up his jacket.
"What's the problem now?" she asked, not really that concerned.
It's that fucker Sam Cromwell. We know he is bringing in quite a bit of stuff from Mexico, but are having trouble tying him into it. He always seems to have somebody else doing the dirty work and he never seems to have any bank accounts or anything that ties him into the stuff we find." Joe put a cold cup of coffee into the microwave and set the timer.
"What would it take to get the information you need?" Jenny asked.
"Well, any kind of undercover cops we need can only last so long. Once they testify in court against somebody, everybody knows who they are. We have had to go farther and farther out into adjoining departments to find somebody else. The best way to gain this guys confidence is with a woman. We have used up all of our decoys. Most of the others who might entertain the thought can't get their husband's or boy friend's permission. Once they are identified, they are in danger.
"I'm sure you will find somebody soon." Jenny said as she handed her husband the hot coffee and kissed him on the top of his head. Joe sat there motionless for a few moments. He turned to look at his wife in her short, short cut-offs.
"Jenny, how would you like to make some good money?" He said like an idea just hit him.
"What do you mean hon?" He was always full of whacky ideas.
"We live in Kansas. The case I am working on is in Missouri, across the border. They would never know you. It might work."
"What are you talking about?"
"We need to get somebody to find out where Sam Cromwell keeps his money, who works for him; how the drugs get here and who he sends them to. He would never suspect you."
"Honey, I am 48 years old. You said so yourself that most of these guys are young. How could I gain his confidence if you can't?"
"Well honey, you could easily pass for a woman way younger than forty eight. You have a side to you that appeals to all men. I don't think it would be a problem."
"What would I have to do?"
"We would have to find a way for you two to meet. If you are around him much, you could overhear who he talks to. Maybe you could slip a GPS into his car or something. We can think of something if you are willing to take the chance."
Jenny was skeptical. "I guess I'll think about it." She said as she pulled the leftover spaghetti and meatballs out of the refrigerator and turned on the timer in the microwave. The rest of the evening melted into small talk of what their grown daughters were doing and the problems they were having.
A couple of days later, Jenny was out in the yard again, moving the paper bags of lawn waste to the edge of the drive for pickup in the morning. Her husband came rolling up the drive on two wheels and showering her with small gravel.
He grabbed her hand and walked into the house with her. He threw his leather briefcase on the table and pulled out several files. "Look what I have so far." He said as he spread several piles of paper on the table.
"There is a Jennie Marie Munson who is the same age as you. She has lived most of her life here in town and moved into the east side of town about four years ago. She was the city librarian until she recently left with a man to get married and go to Seattle. We have continued to pay her rent on her apartment and bought her car. You are going to get her job for the next six months. She kept pretty much to herself, so there aren't a lot of people who know her. What do you think?"
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"I mean we have a pretty good cover for you. We could come up with some way to meet the guy and see what information you can get from him. What do you think?" Jenny could see that she was not going to get anywhere by resisting. He had already done so much work, she could hardly back out now. Maybe she could slip some kind of GPS in his coffee; he would drink it and they could track him.
"How dangerous is this going to be?" she asked.
"Well, hon, I hope you don't have to see the guy much and maybe you will be out of it soon. On the other hand, it could be dangerous if he ever finds out that we are married or who our daughters are."
Jenny didn't say anything, which to her meant she had not committed herself to anything. To Joe, it meant she had not objected, so everything was good to go.
"I'll come home tomorrow with a better plan." He said. In the meantime, why don't I take you somewhere nice to eat? It's Friday night." Jenny was too wrapped up in the excitement of going out to eat that she didn't realize what her lack of objection meant.
The next day, Joe came home and sat down at the dinner table with her. He was not so giddy now. "O.K. here's the deal as it stands right now. We have tapped his phone enough to know he will be meeting some friends at Guinevere's in the old Garment District at 8:00. We are thinking you can go there with some friends and bump into him somehow. You have to find a way to make contact with him. You may have to take a couple of your friends with you, or we could have a couple of the women officers go with you for company. There are several problems here. If you go with several women, he might pick one of the other women. I'm not sure what you can do."
"I'll take care of it, hon." Jenny replied without actually thinking through what she had just said. Joe gave her some photos out of a folder to show what he looked like. He was a tall black man; about forty years old; athletic build; and well dressed.
Saturday evening, Jenny took the car of the woman she was to pretend to be. Since both of their names were Jenny, her daughters didn't need to know much. They would call her "Mom" anyway.
She had gone over to Marie's house. They had agreed to meet there. Jenny had worn her usual matronly dress that went to the floor. She had a large bag that fit over her shoulder. When she went into her daughter's house, Ginny and Marie were sitting at the raised kitchen counter on bar stools having a couple of drinks. They were having a good time when they saw what their mother was wearing.
"Come on, Mom, were going out to the Garment District. They will all be young couples. You will look out of place" Ginny said as she returned from her room with a bundle of clothes in her arms.
"Take off those clodhoppers and try these shoes on" she said as she handed her mother a pair of dark boots. They were suede and zipped up the sides to just below her knees. The boots didn't show under the long dress.
"Take that dress off Mom." Ginny said as she tossed her a dark silk button front dress. Jenny pulled her dress off over her head and started to put the other one on.
"Oh, God, no Mom. You can't just throw another dress on. Take off the bra. You can't have those straps showing on a dress like this. Your bra straps are going to show. Reluctantly, Jenny unbuttoned the top half of the new dress she had just put on. She lowered her head so she could reach around for the clasp. The nude colored panty hose fabric didn't really hide that much. Her daughters marveled at their mother's build. She didn't need the bra either. Her melon sized breasts had no sag to them after having two children. Her long-stemmed coral nipples seemed to defy gravity as they stuck out obscenely from her alabaster white breasts.
Jenny tried to cover her embarrassment by buttoning the top as quickly as possible. She smoothed it down and turned self-consciously. "How does it look?" she asked tentatively, glancing in the mirror to see if her nipples showed.
"Well first of all, your panty line shows. You need to take off those Mother Hubbard granny panties" the girls both said and then giggled. They couldn't believe they had gotten their mother to go without a bra and were stretching their luck with the panty command.
Jenny turned in the mirror. Yes, she could see the panty line at the top and bottom. She looked at her daughters. They did not have panty lines. She did not realize they were wearing thongs, and figured if they could do it so could she.
Jenny was still apprehensive. Her daughter's dress only hit her about mid thigh. It would pass the catholic school test of being within the edge of her fingertips, so she reluctantly acquiesced to the urging and chiding of her two children.
They walked out and got into Ginny's four-wheel Wrangler. It was summer and her husband had taken the doors and top off of it. Ginny drove and Marie sat in the back. It was not easy for Jenny to get into the high four-wheeler with high heels and a short skirt. It was even more awkward because she knew she had no panties.
The drive from Ginny's nice house to the Garment District was short, but there were lots of stop lights. Jenny had to keep her small clutch purse over the hem of her dress because of the wind. No matter what she did, the wind seemed to flutter the too short dress up enough that other drivers could see quite a ways up her thighs. Jenny was embarrassed but kept telling herself these were strangers who she did not know and would never see again. She had a twinge of excitement at knowing she could still turn heads.
When they got to Guinevere's Jenny was behind her two daughters as they entered. Even though there was a good twenty four-year age difference between them the three women could have passed for triplets. They all had very long reddish brown hair, freckles and a mind-bending tan for redheads. Their identical Dolce and Cabana sunglasses pretty much sealed the deal.
Jenny spotted him. He was sitting near the middle of the room with several other men in business suits. He was much taller, even seated, that the pictures indicated. She had recognized him from the newspapers. He had retired from the local NFL team because of repeating knee surgeries ... He looked like he could still play.
The hostess seated them at a table for four up against the full height glass window wall facing the street. The whole room full of diners had quieted when the three women walked in. the sunglasses seemed to set them apart. It was like sitting in a strip joint. There could be twenty nearly naked dancers walking around, and everybody fixes their attention on the one good-looking clothed girl that comes in with a date.
Jenny and her daughters ordered drinks; then the food; and then desert. Sam was watching but it didn't seem like there was any diplomatically kosher way for one group to approach the other if they could think of it. Jenny knew she had been charged with introducing herself by her husband. A lot was riding on this evening.
After the three women seemed to have been lost by the waitress and could not get another round of drinks, Jenny got up. She walked across the room and just past Sam's table. He was following her the whole way with his eyes. Jenny tried to appear oblivious to the stares of most of the men in the room as she went into the bathroom. She checked her makeup and unbuttoned a couple of buttons at him.
With her knees trembling, she tried to walk nonchalantly to the bar. She raised one leg go get herself up onto the high bar stool. The crowd hushed as her dress parted. Jenny hoisted herself up on the stool and crossed her legs. The dress parted below the open buttons. Most of her bare legs were now showing. It was a shocking but still tasteful display of skin. If her hair had been bleached blond and frizzed out instead of the natural red and woven into a French braid, she would have looked tacky. If she had worn a short red dress instead of the dark one with a couple of unbuttoned eyelets, she might have looked tacky. If she looked like a hooker, at least it was going to be several thousand dollars instead of a twenty five dollar hooker.
Jenny paid for the drinks; tucked the small clutch purse under one arm and picked up the drinks before she tried to dismount. When her left leg met the ground, the stool pivoted and she still had her right leg up on the bar seat as she struggled to get down. For just a millisecond, her thighs were bare high enough that the patrons felt they could see the edge of her tan line before the short dark dress closed like the drapes ending a floor show.
Jenny knew what everybody saw, but was determined to get the attention of Sam Cromwell. As she walked by his table, she stumbled and spilled some of one of the drinks on him.
"I'm so sorry sir. These floor tiles are a little uneven and I caught my heel on the edge of one of them." She said almost in tears.
"That's O.K. miss. It'll clean up." He replied.
Embarrassed, Jenny made her way back to her table and put the drinks down. She took out one of Jenny Marie Munson, Librarian business cards and wrote her cell phone number on it. She got back up and walked over to the group who appeared to be ready to leave. "Please take the clothes to be dry cleaner's. I will pay for it and bring it back to your office." She said as she handed him the card.
Sam looked at it. "Thanks. Miss Munson. I will text you my address. If you are nice enough to bring it to my office, I will pay you back by bringing you back here for dinner. Thanks for the card. I will keep it." He said as they left.
By the time Jenny returned and sat down, her phone beeped. "My name is Sam Cromwell. My address is and phone numbers are..." and he had all the information to return the clothes.
It was late by the time Jenny picked up her car at Ginny's and drove home. She had forgotten to change back before she got home. "Wow! You look fucking fantastic." He said with his eyes like gold fish.
Jenny opened her cell phone and laid it in front of him with the text message open.
"Good fucking job, honey." Joe said as he wrapped his arms around her.
Several days went by before she got another text from the Dry Cleaners. "Mr. Cromwell's suit is ready to be picked up today anytime after noon." Jenny forwarded the text to Sam and added: "I can have the suit at your place anytime you want. I can have dinner anytime you want."
The text came back: If you get here at four O'clock, I can take you on a tour of our office and we can find someplace nice; better than Guinevere's, on one condition. If you wear the same lovely clothes, I will be your slave for life."
Jenny smiled at the ending. She had actually made contact. Her husband was still gone, and she would have to leave before he got back. She was on her own.
Jenny picked up the clothes. It was an expensive dry cleaning bill, but she put it on the credit card that had been given to her as part of her new identity. She drove the Wrangler to Sam's office. It was in the river bottoms. Lots of the old office buildings, warehouses and train loading docks had been rehabbed into contemporary office buildings.
Sam's office was in an old warehouse. It was several stories high. Several of the inner bays had been removed. Instead of a brick building with fourteen feet of head room and huge wooden columns every twenty four feet, the middle fifty feet was a clearstory up to the roof. The offices around the atrium had walkways and doors into individual offices. There was a central receptionist at the main entrance. When Jenny announced herself, she was told where his office was.
The elevator was a glass enclosed cab with a nice view of the entire clearstory. There were lots of flowered and hanging vine plants along the handrails at the edge of the atrium.
Jenny opened the door to Sam's office and walked in. There was another secretary, reception area, private office, large meeting room and a private unisex toilet. The secretary took the dry cleaning and hung it in the coat closet. Jenny stood and shook hands with him as he came out of his office.
"How was your work today?" Sam asked as he offered her a seat in the Mies Van Der Rohe chair. The short dress was O.K. in a dining room chair, but the Swedish seat was very deep from front to back and only about a foot off of the floor. The cold white leather was very comfortable.
"Oh just another day at the office" she smiled and giggled nervously. They talked for a while before Sam guided her up out of her seat. He seemed even bigger now that she was near him than he appeared in the new clippings.
Sam had his arm around her back to steady her as the elevator descended. It is awkward going down the elevator the first time when you can see outside. Her high heel boots were not the steadiest support on an elevator moving down. He had pulled her uncomfortably close to her on the way down. She had no option but to put her arm around his waist for more support as they descended. It was awkward for her and perhaps suggested too much closeness too soon
It was hot and Sam took off his coat and tie. He walked over to the red 1966 Carroll Shelby Cobra that was parked crosswise in three stalls at the corner of a parking lot that was half full. He opened the passenger door to help her in. Jenny was embarrassed at her position. The aluminum racing seats had just a little padding and seemed just inches off the floor.
Jenny tried to sit almost sideways to keep her dress together. Sam kneeled down on his $200.00 slacks. He pulled the shoulder straps together and snapped the clasp shut. He pulled the lap belt across her waist and snapped it shut and pulled it snug. He reached under the seat and pulled out the last belt that fit between her legs and into the clasp on the lap belt. It wouldn't fit with her dress the way it was.
Sam looked into her eyes as he started to unbutton her dress. Since it was pretty short already, there weren't a lot of buttons to open to get the belt to snap. Even so, Jenny was exposed almost to her crotch. She had no way to get the sides back over herself. She sat there with her thin top squeezed down against her body; leaving her proud nipples straining to explode through her dress. There was no hiding what was beneath the garment. Jenny had not counted on this revealing ordeal.
Jenny tried as well as she could to gather the dress around the seat belt strap between her legs. She tried to use her clutch purse over it.
Joe got in and started the engine. It didn't have any mufflers. There were a series of baffles at the end of the four tail pipes. It wasn't unreasonably loud, but had the low clear rumble that sounded like a Harley that had been race tuned. It would hardly run at idle, but ran effortlessly at about 140 mph.
They took the long way through town back to the local dinner theatre. The theatre was noted for having celebrities from Hollywood and New York being the main characters in plays and musicals. Sam had box seats along the side. After the dinner was over, the table was pushed to one side and Sam sat next to Jenny. The program that night was a musical. It was a "play" about the "Buddy Holly Story." There was some beautiful music and Jenny tried to lose herself in it and ignore why she was there and what her husband might be thinking. She didn't dare text or call him for fear of exposing either of them for what they were doing.
During the music, Sam reached over to hold her hand. His hand was huge. His thumb was gargantuan. Pretty soon he moved his chair closer and moved his left arm from holding her hand to being wrapped around her shoulder. He put his right hand on her blatantly exposed thigh. She had forgotten how revealing her dress was when she sat down. During the play, it had ridden up. It had been too dark for anybody else to notice, but Sam wasn't particularly looking.
Without any thoughts of passion, Jenny put her hand over his; more to stop the hand from advancing than to project any acceptance. His left hand pulled her into him. She had no choice but to lay her head against him. "What could she do? She wondered. She did not want to encourage him; but she could not afford to have him feel rejected. She still had to gain his confidence enough to plant some kind of listening or tracking device somewhere. Joe had not told her what to do.
When his right arm pressed onward, she had to make a choice: stop him or accept him. Her mind was racing too fast to know what to do. As a result her reaction was none. She did not stop him. Jenny felt his fingers moving towards her. Then when he couldn't go any farther, she felt another button being undone. She placed her hand over his, hoping that would be enough to discourage him.
Instead, he took her hand and guided it over to his crotch. Jenny stared at the stage, her mind oblivious to who was there or what they were doing. She instinctively started to draw back; caught herself; and made herself turn limp. Jenny's heart was racing. What would her husband want her to do? How far was she supposed to go for this investigation?
Joe looked down at her. Their eyes met. It became clear who was in charge. She had to do it. Her heart thundered as she opened her fingers. She stared at the stage as Sam's hand opened the rest of her buttons to her waist.
Jenny's arms would hardly respond as she reluctantly forced them to open and close around the mountain in his trousers. It didn't really matter to Sam how much they actually did there in the theatre. He had established in his mind that she had accepted him for whatever he wanted to do. He was curious what she saw in him. Why was she caving in so easily? Did she know what he did? He was going to have to look into her background and find out more about her. He was also going to see how far he could push her.
Sam changed positions. He moved his right hand up to her neck and slowly began unbuttoning her dress from the top. Jenny's mind raced for a path of escape. "What could she do to get out of this?" her mind screamed. He hand the top open to the bottom of her breasts. Soon he would have the entire dress open. There were others above them on the opposite side of the small theatre that could see into their box if they would only look up.
She had received more than her share of interest from the other patrons probably because she was a white older woman with a younger black man. When the lights came up, she would be naked with a black man's fingers in her; worse, she had her hand wrapped around the huge tent in his pants. Would he want more? Jenny knew she had to placate him until some future unspecified date when her husband had what he needed.
When his hand pulled the sides of her top apart and wrapped his fingers around her left nipple for close inspection in the dim light, Jenny cupped her hand around his and drew her head against his chest. Her right hand squeezed desperately against his crotch. "Please, Sam I'm afraid somebody might see us. Can't we leave if this is what you want to do?" It was almost a sob. It was a plea of desperation. Sam had seen enough. He knew he could press the issue if he wanted. He decided he had a good thing and not to push it too much. He helped her re-button her dress. They held hands the rest of the evening. Sure enough, it would have been devastating for her to be undressed as much as she had been if the lights had come on. She got plenty more stares as they left; hand in hand.
"Are you going to take me to my car now?" she asked hesitatingly when they were in the car. "I would be insulted if you didn't come up to my place for a last drink. Suppose I drop you off at your car and you follow me back?" Jenny was ready to agree to anything; grateful to have gotten out of the theatre fully clothed before the lights went on.
Once she got in her car, and was following Sam, she dialed her husband on her cell phone. "Sam?" she whispered.
"Where the fucks are you? Do you know what time it is? I was worried. What's going on?" he asked. Jenny explained the bit about the laundry. She explained that she had gone to dinner with him.
"Joe, he wants me to go over to his place for another drink. You know what that probably means. What the hell have you got me into? How can I get out of this?" Jenny was pleading into the phone. There was a long silence. Neither of them said anything. "I guess you need to do whatever you feel you have to do, Jenn, honey. There's a lot riding on whatever decision you make. Come home if you want."
There it was. He should have said "Get the fuck home. You are my wife. Nothing else matters. This job is not that important. We will get through this somehow. I will find another decoy." There was none of that. She was on her own. Of course if she went home, Sam would find somebody else to entertain him. Her husband would probably resent her for not finding some way to plant the GPS or getting other information on him.
Jenny's eyes began to water. It wasn't the wind in her eyes. Still, she tried to convince herself she could handle it. Throughout high school and college, she had been in similar circumstances. In high school as a freshman, she had dated the most popular boy on the football team. He had incessantly crowded her with his increasing pressure to have sex. In college, she had been on the track team and dating some of the boys on that team and again one of the more popular football players. The evening study sessions at the library always ended up the same on the ride home.
Jenny had been pretty good about not letting anybody go any farther than she was willing most of the time. She had given in more than she had intended after the junior and senior proms. She had allowed the boy to undress her and she had fondled him more than she wanted.
She had tried not to think about the dance after the last football game her freshman year in college. Nkwame was a senior. He did not need to graduate. He had been assured by all the pro scouts that he would be taken in the first round. After they had won the Bowl Game, they were both sure he was leaving school. She had been a cheerleader and they were study buddies. They hadn't dated, but this dance was different. He was leaving. He had been unsure of himself too, but she could see that he was clearly going to be disappointed without any sex that night.
He was almost begging to go to a motel. Jenny pulled her old Geo Tracker into a secluded spot in lovers' lane. He had gotten her top, bra and panties off. Jenny was reluctant to stop or go any further. Against her best judgment, she allowed him to guide her hands to his pants. She unzipped him and helped him down with his jeans. This 300 pound lineman was well over six feet eight inches and could hardly fit in the passenger seat.
Once she helped him scoot his seat back and lower the back, she lowered her own seat and sat to the side of him on her knees. She grabbed the soft gathering of loose foreskin just below the crown with her left thumb and forefinger. They talked as she pulled the foreskin out and up away from him. They tried to keep the conversation informal and casual as she worked him into an immense erection. She ran the back of her hands along the sides of him. She leaned over and kissed the tip softly.
"Are you going to miss me when you are gone?" she whispered to him as she held the tip against her left cheek and turned her head so her entire left cheek, her lips and nose grazed the sides of him as she turned her head slowly back and forth. He groaned, unable to intelligently respond. He wasn't evasive. He was powerless to react.
They were in the car for several hours; talking about their uncertain futures as she kissed and rubbed him. She did not want to get pregnant. The young boy was in too much ecstasy to care how he was getting it. This was better than any regular fuck he had ever been a part of.
Jenny finally got the courage to put her lips over the tip. Rather than bob up and down on him, she used it to steady him as she caressed his shaft with her delicate fingers. She used her tongue to flutter across the tip while he was talking.
Eventually he erupted. Jenny was too green about these things to know quite what to do. Once she was married, she learned the finer points of what signs to look for and how to keep the stuff from getting all over her.
Maybe tonight would be the same. Maybe she could just beg for sympathy or understanding and he would let her off after one drink. Jenny was optimistic that her feminine skills would prevail. She almost always got her way with a certain look. Tonight she would need it.
Perhaps tonight she could place the GPS she had in her trunk under his car when she left.
When they arrived, she could tell that Sam had company. Jenny parked behind everybody; hoping for an early getaway.
The house seemed somewhat unostentatious. It wasn't really a house. It was more of a compound. The main house wasn't huge. On each side of the house was a three car garage sitting at a 45° with the main axis of the house. There was a cedar fence in the breezeway joining the separate buildings. In the back, there was a long bathhouse at the far end of the pool. There were stone fences that connected the two story carriage houses and bathhouse.
Sam guided Jenny into the main family room and introduced her to the other guests. The array of expensive cars they had passed left little doubt that these young men had more money than they could have earned doing legal work.
Sam walked her around and showed her the entire compound. Most of the men were black and very distrustful of a white woman. This was clearly no bimbo. They were even more distrustful of a sophisticated looking woman who looked like she was smart.
When Sam brought her back, a small group of young men had formed. "Sam, what are you going to do with this woman? She is nothing but trouble. She is probably either a plain clothes cop or a high priced hooker trying to get your money. What is it Mrs. Munson?" Jenny was stumped. What could she say?"
"I guess I'm whatever you think I am." She answered with all the defiance she could come up with. Fortunately she still had her Dolce & Gabanna' sunglasses on. They added an air of mystery and defiance she did not feel. "I'm here for you Sam. What do you want to do?" she said as she leaned against him and wrapped her right arm around his left.
If she had been an undercover police officer, she would have vehemently denied it; so Sam knew she was not that. If she had been a high price hooker, she might not have denied that. Sam wasn't sure quite what to think.
"I bet she's wearing a fucking wire." Somebody said. "If she's wearing a wire, she's a cop. They wouldn't let her in a place like this without a fucking wire." Sam looked at her. He was pretty sure she was not wired.
"Take of those fucking clothes. Make her open her purse. Search it." Jenny clung tighter to Sam.
"Well?" Sam said; not caring either way. If she would take her clothes off; great. He wanted that anyway. If she was willing to strip to show she wasn't a cop that was better for him. He would just take her upstairs and fuck the hell out of her. There was a long silence where nobody moved or said anything.
"Strip bitch." The words hurt. The words hurt because nobody stood up for her. She had been abandoned by her husband. Now even Sam was not defending her. She looked up at him. Their eyes locked. She could see he was going to be no help. She wasn't sure how she would even get out of the house now. This was the "fuck or walk" situation she had tried to avoid all of her life. "Don't ever isolate yourself with more than one man you don't know" she had been told by her mother and most girls she knew.
Sam removed his arm from hers and pulled back about five feet. It was her show now. He was going to watch. Jenny fidgeted and shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to decide what to do. The tears were slowly forming in the corners of her eyes. "There's no fucking way out" her mind screamed.
Trying to fix her gaze above the men in front of her, she stared at a painting as she raised her fingers to the top of her dress. She tried hard to swallow as her fingers pushed the top button through the first eyelet. One by one, she opened each button until she was open to the waist. As she bent a little to reach the next button, she could not stop the sides from gapping open. Her right breast tumbled out and the coral wreath around her pink nipple shone like the hope diamond.
She tried to shut her mind to what she knew they could see as she continued with the buttons. When the last one was open, she stood straight up. She crossed her arms in front of her to hold the sides together as much as possible.
"Put your fucking arms down to your sides." She heard somebody say. Her lower lip trembled as she lowered her arms beside her. The ceiling fan seemed to know what was going on as it fluttered the sides of her dress. Her breasts were covered, but the little pubic hair she had was framed between her alabaster white bikini tan, the sides of her dark dress and the golden tan of her legs and abdomen. She had allowed her daughters to talk her into shaving so nothing would show when she wore a bikini. She had a small landing strip above her cleft. From the top of her cleft, she was bare all the way down. Her reddish brown patch was a little thicker in the middle and thinned out to a soft Hawaiian fir type of soft fleece at the edges.
The men didn't really know what the most erotic part of her was. They could see the tears from her large green doe eyes as she defiantly took off her dark glasses. The muscles in her abdomen churned in humiliation as she stood there in her high heeled boots and her dark glasses in one hand.
"Well I don't see any fucking wire on her. How about her purse?" She bent over to pick up her purse and held it out in front of her for anybody to search. Nobody checked. At this point nobody cared. They were transfixed with the red haired, green eyed goddess in front of them. She belonged in a fucking museum. Clothes were an abomination on this woman.
"If she's not a cop, she's a fucking whore." She heard someone in the back say. The words hit her like an anvil. She had raised two beautiful girls to adulthood; tended her garden; did scads of volunteer work at church and they called her a whore. Never the less, being a whore was a diversion from what she was really there for. It was safer for her if they thought that. She could not really afford to have them go look in the trunk of her car and find the tracking devise.
"May I please go now, Sam?" she mewed timidly as if afraid to wake anybody.
"If she's a fucking whore, let's see it." Somebody said, not really willing to see the naked woman leave.
"Suck my dick, whore." Someone shouted. "Yea, suck a dick. Let's see it. Suck a dick before you leave."
Jenny tried to force a smile she did not have as she looked over at Sam. He was still undecided. He too, was not sure why this woman would put up with so much shit. What was it that she wanted?
Sam came up to her. One of the men came over and bought over an oak captain's chair. Sam sat down in the chair. He tugged on Jenny so that she sat down in his lap.
Sam adjusted her seating so that she had one leg on each side of his right leg. He tapped her left thigh and she parted her legs a little more. Even sitting on his lap, he still towered over her. He moved his right hand over to cup her left breast; and with his thumb and forefinger began rolling her nipple around; stiffening it. Jenny moved both of her hands over his as if to shield what he was doing from the rest of the audience.
Jenny felt his left hand on her labia. She could feel one of his large fingers snaking over to her slit. It paused for a while. Then like a little boy not sure what he was doing, he began to work the ends of his fingers into her; looking for the main passage. Once he found it, the finger slid slowly forward; exploring, and tickling her as it went. Jenny moved her left hand down and covered his for what little modesty that may have offered her.
Jenny turned her head against him, closed her eyes and dropped her head in humiliation at what he was doing. Even with her eyes closed, she sensed the presence of somebody in front of her. When she opened her eyes, there was another man every bit as big as Sam in front of her.
He grabbed the hand she had over her breast and guided it to his belt. There was no mistaking what he wanted. Jenny's face flushed as she turned to look up at Sam. "Is this what you want?" she looked desperately up into his eyes hoping she had misunderstood. He had a blank look as dark as an Alaskan night. "P ... p ... p ... please ... S ... S ... Sam ... please don't make me do this. I just thought it would be you and me. Is this what you want me to do for you?"
The sucking and gurgling sound of his fingers slowly inching their way in and out of her was the only sound in the room. Jenny laid her head against his chest as she reached up for the belt. The man moved closer so it was easier for her to do with just one hand. Once she had the belt open, she popped the brass button on his jeans. When she pulled the zipper down, the sound seemed deafening. She looked up at him hoping for a reprieve as she leaned forward to put her thumbs between his briefs and hips. He moved his hands over her as they both slid his jeans down to his knees.
As she bent forward to help lower his jeans, the gargantuan penis slipped out of the briefs and grazed her face as it swung free. The heat from the suede textured grey crown brushed her as it swung past. Jenny flinched. The massive amount of heat gave her an indication of how big it was. Even though it was still semi-flaccid, she could tell that not much more than the crown was going to fit in her mouth. "Oh, fucking God" she thought. Some of the abstract ideas that had been slowly building were now real. Like a slap in the face; the thought of "in her mouth" slowly washed over her as the reality of the situation sank in. It was not an abstract idea now. It was waving in front of her nose.
Jenny weighed the idea of just getting up and running. Where could she go? What would happen if they followed her home? She had nowhere to go. She had no options without endangering her family.
Jenny put the thumb and forefinger of her left hand around the base of his shaft and leaned her forearm against his abdomen. She reached up with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand and pinched firmly on the loose foreskin at the bottom of his shaft just behind the crown. She rolled it hard between her fingers and tugged on it until she had stretched it beyond the tip. She puckered her lips and kissed the end softly. Like a clown blowing up a 36D balloon, it swelled in length and girth. Unlike the balloon, you didn't have to tie a knot in the end to keep it from going down. One touch of her soft delicate lips was like giving him four Viagra pills. The only problem was trying to keep it from exploding, and it would eventually do that.
Jenny closed her eyes as she guided the tip across her face; from her left cheek, across her lips to her right ear. She used her nose to rub the end of it; smelling it and caressing it. She rubbed the tip across her closed eyes. The constant caressing of her face was enough stimulation to get him off without it entering her mouth, so the man pulled back enough for him to regain his composure. He didn't want to ejaculate this easily. He held her by the ears an inch or so from the end of his tip. Jenny stuck out her tongue; flattened the end and fluttered it; desperately trying to get him off without having it actually in her mouth.
He waited for a while hoping it would soften up enough to prevent any premature eruption. Jenny looked up at him hoping this was a signal he was done. He was just trying to regroup. Pretty soon, his hands shifted from the side of her face to the back of her head. It was time.
Jenny leaned forward and opened her lips. With one hand in front of the other, she allowed him to enter until the edge of his sued crown was covered by her lips. She held it there, fluttering her tongue around him.
Using her soft lips to cradle the end and keep it steady, she used her fingers to stroke him slowly, twisting the tight skin in a circular motion as she brought them up and down the shaft. The man's head went back over his shoulders as his hands tried to force the shaft down her throat. Jenny used her grip against her chin to keep most of it from being forced down her throat. Her grunts and mewing let him know she was resistant to the idea of it going down her throat. They both knew she was not going to absolutely end the ordeal. She was resistant, but not insubordinate.
Jenny recognized the symptoms when it happened. She recognized his body tensing up. She recognized the shudders as they began to build. She heard the groans starting and the pulling of the hands on the back of her head. The first eruption burst out between his shaft and the sides of her cheeks.
"Open your mouth; wider. Stick out your tongue; wider and further." He screamed. Jenny tilted her head back and closed her eyes as the next shot went high and over the top of her head into her hair. The next went lower; into her eyes and nose. She chocked and sputtered; fighting for air as the next blast filled her mouth as she cradled the tip on her tongue. The bobbing and swaying of the evil monster was like somebody had lost their grip on a fire hose as it sprayed her face.
Jenny had both hands on his abdomen and thighs, desperately trying to break away from him; yet knowing she shouldn't if she knew what was good for her. Her mewing and sobbing stopped until his shuddering subsided.
When his spraying subsided, he told her to clean him off. The humiliated woman sobbed as she stretched her tongue out and turned her head from side to side, licking and cleaning him like a mother cleaning a newborn calf. She was too overcome with shame and humiliation to cry until it was over.
As the man turned to pull up his jeans, Jenny collapsed; with her head on her knees. The men let her alone until she had cried herself out. Sam took his fingers out of her and massaged her neck and shoulders, trying to sooth her however he could.
Jenny was still balanced on Sam's thigh with her head bowed and her face covered when the sobs smoothed out. She refused to rise to a sitting position until somebody put her dress in her hands. She used it to wipe off her face and numbly put it on and began buttoning it.
"I'll walk you to your car." Sam whispered into her ear. Once she had her dress buttoned, he took her hand and walked her to her car. "When will I see you again?" he asked.
"What's the point?" she replied.
"I don't feel right the way this thing ended. Suppose I give you a job at my office? I can pay you more than you are getting at the library." Jenny didn't say anything as she stepped up into her Wrangler.
Her drive home was a blur of emotions. "Exactly what had she accomplished tonight?" she wondered. When she got home, she didn't quite give her husband the whole story.
"Well, I went to meet Sam like you asked. I had dinner with him. I didn't care for the way I was treated. I went home with him for a last drink. You can imagine what I had to do to get out of there. I didn't get a chance to plant any GPS or anything. He did offer me a job; and promised to pay me more than what the library offers. He must have investigated me to some extent and seems satisfied that I work at the library. What do you want me to do?"
Jenny had hoped he would say to drop the whole thing; that she had already done more than enough. She hoped to hear that he would not permit his wife to subjugate herself to any kind of humiliation or unwanted sexual ordeals. She wanted to see some outrage in his eyes at what she had implied she had to do with Sam.
Instead, she was burned by his words: "This is a fantastic opportunity for us. With you working for him, we can find out all kinds of things about his business."
"What about me having to fuck and suck everybody in his organization for it?" she thought. She didn't say it of course, but the exchange left her stunned at his insensibility to her indignation. Jenny cried herself to sleep that night. In the morning, her husband had made coffee and had fresh doughnuts like nothing had ever happened.
Jenny came down wearing one of her husband's t-shirts. It hit her just below the crotch. The thin material of the worn garment did almost nothing to hide her coral nipples. He handed her a cup of coffee. "Everything's going to be alright" he said as he stood behind her and rubbed her neck and shoulders. His words and tender manners helped to take some of the sting out of the evening before. "Maybe the experience with Sam was a dream that never happened" she tried to tell herself.
That thought didn't last long as her cell phone beeped with a new text message. "Can you meet me in my office in an hour?" It was from Sam. She showed it to her husband. He didn't say anything, but the sparkle in his eyes told her he was all for it.
"I'll be there as soon as I can" was her reply.
Jenny parked her car in the visitor's spot right by the front door, telling herself she had not been hired yet, and was technically entitled to the spot.
Her reddish brown hair had two small braids started at her temples. The braids were pulled back and clipped with a jeweled butterfly that kept the rest of her hair out of her face. Her boot-cut Levis hung down over her high-heeled suede boots that zipped up the side. Her blue, oxford cloth cotton men's dress shirt had buttons that kept the collar stiff and in place. Her thin leather chocolate jacket looked like the "All Saints Lana Leather Jacket." It had a wide collar with zippered pockets that looked like a women's' version of Marlon Brando's "On the Waterfront" or "The Wild One."
The secretary escorted her right into Sam's office as soon as she came in. He took her into the conference room; closed the door and brought a cardboard box up onto the table.
"You are going on a trip with me. We are going to make several stops and I need you to do some things." He said. Sam pulled several things out of the box. One was another pair of boots like the one she had the evening before; a large black Stetson; a chocolate colored full length duster; a large matching purse; and a computer. "You can wear what you have on. Here are your papers. I have a passport and visas to get into France, Switzerland, Spain and Lichtenstein and the plane tickets. She is a computer also.
"Take off your clothes." Jenny turned red. Was he going to fuck her right there in the office? The wall between them and the corridor was a Pilkington Glass curtain wall system with bolts in each corner through Planar stainless steel fittings. The secretary was sitting at the reception desk just outside the window with her back to them. A FedEx driver was having her sign for a package. He looked up at the attractive woman in the meeting room.
Jenny looked up at Sam like a deer in the middle of a bridge over the Grand Canyon. "Sam..."
Sam raised his hand and clicked a button on the remote. The curtain wall turned into an obscure cloud. This still didn't make matters much easier. He still wanted her naked in his office. With her heart in her throat, Jenny pushed her chair back from the glass topped table, crossed her legs to remove her boots. "What next?" She began unbuttoning her shirt. When that was done, she pulled the shirt tails out of her jeans. "Stand up" he said. Jenny stood. He looked at her but said nothing. Reluctantly Jenny began unbuckling her belt, unsnapping the brass button and unzipping her jeans.
She looked around quickly to see where the secretary might be as she tugged down her Jeans and panties. She sat down and bent her head as she reached back to unclasp her bra and set it on the glass table.
"Stand back up." He said. Jenny did so. Sam reached into the box and pulled out one of the most magnificent diamond necklaces she had ever seen. The band around her neck must have been four inches wide; all large diamonds. The front of it dropped down in a scalloped design to the center of her breasts. There must have been several millions of dollars of diamonds in it. There were also emeralds and jade. He walked around behind her to drape it over her neck and shoulders and fasten the clasp.
He went back to the box and pulled out two bracelets that were about four inches wide with the same design of clear, pink diamonds, emeralds and rubies. He made her extend her arms as he placed them around her wrists.
"Put one foot on the table." Jenny sat; put one hand each over her breasts and vagina and placed one foot on the table. Sam brought out another bracelet that was almost the same as the one on her wrists and tightened the clasp. His eyes told her to switch feet. He placed another on her other foot.
He held out another diamond that was as big as anything she had ever seen. It looked somewhat like an oversized earring. "You will have to go out and get your belly button pierced. This is have to be worn there." He said.
Before you go, take these pills and medicine 24 hours before the flight. This is what you need before a colonoscopy exam." He held up two rubbers full of uncut diamonds. "Guess where these go?" he smiled. Jenny was too numb with everything that had happened to respond.
Go home and get ready for a flight. Don't pack much more than one small bag that you can carry; like a backpack. I'll let you know in a few days when we go. I was just fucking with you on the stripping thing. I know you didn't need to take your clothes off for this demonstration about where to wear the diamonds go; but you are such a sight to behold, I couldn't pass it up."
Jenny went to Starbucks and called her husband on a throw-away-cell phone. She wanted to meet him, but didn't think her decoy apartment was safe. "We can't meet at your apartment or ours. We have to be a little more secretive about where we meet. We might be followed." Her husband told her.
"Meet me at Gabriella's. I can get away in a few minutes." He said and hung up quickly. Jenny was not quite sure what to do next. She didn't know what Gabriella's was, but she didn't have anywhere else to go, so she thought she would just go early, get a drink and maybe something to eat.
She looked at the address her husband had texted and typed it into her GPS. She drove downtown looking for it. That's when she remembered. There had been an X-rated theatre in a part of town that had been scheduled for demolition so lots of upper end condos could be built there. The theatre didn't want to move and there was no XX zoning that they could be moved to, so they paid the theatre a million dollars or more and moved them into an upscale building and paid for the remodeling. They had an upper end strip joint on the first floor and a theatre on the top floor. Jenny couldn't see herself spending two hours in the strip bar, so she parked her car and bought a ticket for the theatre, where she could hideout until her husband got there.
Jenny paid her money and the attendant buzzed the door to let her and another couple ahead of her into the theatre. It was small. It had an aisle down the left side and about seven seats per row. Jenny followed another couple in and sat in the row just behind them. Jenny was in a row close to the back where she thought she would less likely be seen. The two rows must have been for handicap seating, because one of the seats was missing at the end of each, so a person in a wheelchair could sit there without sticking out in the aisle. Jenny sat in the seat at the end beside the handicap space, and right behind the other couple. They had no sooner sat down, than the men in the theater all moved to sit behind, in front or beside her and the couple in front of her. Jenny was stunned. She came here to be innocuous; instead she was now in a crowd.
The man beside her asked if she was there to meet with other couples. The stunned woman could only shake her head to indicate: "No." With that, the attention seemed to center around the other couple. She could see that the young girl in front of her was moving as she was watching the show. She could hear the older man's zipper open. As soon as that started, another man moved into the wheelchair space next to the young girl and began unzipping his own jeans. The girl looked up at the man to see what his expression was as she began to fondle her husband. Another man behind her began working her blouse open and fondling her breasts.
To jenny's horror, the young girl leaned into the man standing in the aisle and opened her mouth to accept his penis. She now had one in her mouth; one in her right hand and a man behind her on his knees groping her breasts. Another man soon moved over and dropped to his knees in front of her. He raised her dress and started licking her.
Jenny was horrified. What had she walked into? The men began moving in on her again. About that time, a shadow crossed her. She looked up and her husband began working his way into her aisle. He whispered to the man sitting to her right. He sat up and moved over so Joe could sit down next to her. Joe sat down and put his arm around her.
"Honey, I waited outside for a while because I think you've been followed. We have to keep up the appearance that we do not know each other."
Jenny was stumped. "What are we supposed to do?" she whispered back.
"What happened on your visit to Sams? Tell me what happened. See what the couple in front of us is doing? We are going to have to play along like this is a random meeting." Jenny's heart was in her throat as she watched the young girl in front of her sucking the stranger to her left, and playing with the cock of the man seated to her right.
Her tears welled in her eyes as she looked at the screen and reached for the buttons of the jeans of the stranger at the side of her face. Her husband pulled her closer so he could hear her whisper the details of her meeting and trip. Jenny tried to keep her gaze fixed on the screen as the huge pink knob swung free of the jeans.
Joe had his head against hers so he could hear what she was saying as she reached up to stroke the cock with her left hand. It was right in front of her nose now as she used the back of her forefinger back and forth along the bottom of the strange phallus that bobbed in front of her face. Joe tried to mask his curiosity as he listened to his wife's sobbing story as she brushed and caressed the soft underside. Joe watched it grow as she pinched the soft loose foreskin just under and behind the crown. Jenny was torn between humiliation and shame as she sat next to this stranger as her husband witnessed her masturbation of him.
Jenny could feel the men gathering around her as she gradually used more fingers to encircle the black salamander in front of her. The man grew impatient with her caresses. He brushed her hand aside and grasped it with his own. She felt his other hand on the back of her head; turning it sideways to face him. Jenny looked desperately at her husband as she felt the man's grip tighten and turn her. With the fingers of one hand in her hair to steady her head, he used the other to wipe the end of his cock across the side of her face. He brushed it across her eyes and nose. He pushed the glazed tip between her soft lips against her clenched teeth. He seemed to be trying to brush her teeth with it. Jenny could not bring her mind to make it open her mouth.
"You're going to have to go along with this to convince anybody that followed you that you are just here to meet random strangers; otherwise they will think you may have come here to meet me." The words hit her like a shower of bricks.
There were no words of sympathy. There were no words of anguish. There were no words of outrage from the man she thought she loved. Emotionally beaten, Jenny softened the muscles holding her jaw shut. She watched the girl on screen groaning in mock ecstasy as she seemed to be mirroring the same movements as she opened to accept him.
The two scenes together, created their own movie. Jenny's ovaled lips tried to shield the blue veined shaft from her teeth as it entered her reluctant mouth, while at the same time, the gurgling both from air escaping from the sides of her mouth and the groaning from the woman on screen all combined to create a scene with a third point of view.
To the men around Jenny, they saw her sucking the big cock in her mouth and subconsciously tied the sounds on the screen to her. Somehow it all came back to Jenny too. The violated woman imagined the cries of ecstasy were coming from her own unwilling mind and body, causing even more humiliation and shame. "Her husband would think she was doing this willingly and enjoying it." Her mind screamed.
Like the scene in front of her, another man stepped in front of her and dropped to his knees. First he was the only one unbuttoning her jeans; then she felt her husband helping him. Jest the gesture of her husband helping to raise her as the other pulled her jeans off was almost worse than being rapped. Her husband helped get the last of her jeans over her boots; folded them and set them under her.
The man bent his head down between her legs and fished with his tongue for her opening like a blind newborn puppy searches for his first meal among a litter of five others. She felt her husband reach his arm up behind her knee and raise her right leg up over the arm of her seat. She felt one of the men behind her reach over the seat and do the same with her left leg.
She now had a tongue searching for her deep canal in front of her; she had her mouth around a cock at her left and two more men were guiding her free hands to their exposed phalluses. Jenny's mind went numb with the rest of the events. She was only vaguely aware of the eruption in her mouth. She was only vaguely aware of the geyser that shot over her face like an unattended fire hose. She was only vaguely aware of being dressed by her husband after several others had taken their turns with her. She was only vaguely aware of her husband kissing her on the cheek before he left.
"They shouldn't be seen leaving together." He said as he left her to struggle with a few more men after he left. Once the others had seen Joe put several hundred dollars in her shirt pocket, others followed. When she got up she had hundreds of dollars in small bills stuck into her clothing.
Jenny left and went into the ladies room to clean up before going home. Had she really been followed? If so, the dozens of twenties and fifties sticking out of her shirt pocket should have concealed the true intent of her meeting pretty well.
Jenny went home to her "decoy" apartment, crestfallen with the events of the day. She showered hoping to erase all traces of the evening from her mind and body.
The next morning, the phone rang. "You need to get to my office in an hour. Our flight leaves this morning." It had been Sam. Jenny dressed as instructed. When she got to his office, she had to remove enough of her clothes to get the jewelry on as he had instructed. "We're going to the airport on different taxis. Here is a new phone. It is a throw-away. It is what we will use to communicate. We do not know each other. We will not sit with each other. You can call or send me text messages. Our two numbers are the only ones on the phones. When you are done with each message, erase it." Sam told her.
Now Jenny had a better idea how the drug business was run in his company. All the money from sales and purchases were converted to diamonds. They were cleaned so there was no remote possibility that dogs trained in detecting drugs or guns could smell what she had. Any x-rays would only reveal jewelry; none of which could be triggered by metal.
Jenny was used to transport all the diamonds so if she got caught somehow, Sam could not be implicated. They were going to go to several countries to deposit diamonds and jewelry in safety deposit boxes. The numbers of the keys could be emailed and encrypted so that others could make new keys and obtain the contents. Each box was for a separate transaction in a different bank. Jenny was not accompanied to any of the safety deposit boxes. She was searched to verify she had not removed any contents other than what was directed. Each time, Jenny was able to use another throw away cell phone to email notes and codes to a site her husband had set up for the police.
In the end, Sam was arrested and most of his business partners convicted based on the contents of the different safety deposit boxes and transactions. All went well for Jenny's husband because he was responsible for masterminding the whole operation. The only sad thing about it was that Jenny had divorced him. She would not be around to celebrate his new celebrity status as a genius crime breaker. He had subjected his beautiful wife to certain atrocities in order to break the secrets of Sam's organization.
Jenny left him to live a life of obscurity. Obscurity, maybe but not a life of poverty. Jenny had emailed enough information to her husband to convict Sam of drug violations, but not enough to drain all of his accounts.
Jenny had kept most of the bigger accounts off of the evidence list. When Sam went to jail, he was not able to get to the other accounts that only he and Jenny knew about.
But that, as they say ... is another story.
To any interested readers. I usually try t keep my stories as short as possible. This one got away from me and I was not able to keep it as short as I would like. You can also see that I did not pursue all the options that were set up. I could have done more with the character of Jenny and her two daughters. If there is enough interest, I could expand some of the options or combine them with others suggested by other readers