‘You’re teasing me.’ There was no recrimination in Daphne’s voice, only the acknowledgement that she knew that Chandrya was using her well-honed talents to manipulate her pleasure zones. ‘Tease harder.’‘No.’‘God damn it Chand!’Chandrya pushed deeper into her sister’s body, probing at the pleasure centres that were as familiar to her as her own. Chandrya was brazen in her touch, she knew the longer they stayed there, increased the risk of discovery. Daphne knew this as well, but still urged her sister on.Daphne held nothing back from her sister. Quivering under the double assault of finger and mental tease, Daphne increased her grip on Chandrya, kissing her in fervent passion as their breasts were squashed pleasantly between them.Noise from the alleyways’ entrance broke their loving kiss as they both turned towards the disturbance. A drunken male reveller staggered in off the street, singing a song so badly that it was impossible to discern the original tune.Daphne gasped, her fear of. He not only believes in promiscuity, but he demands complete loyalty... else he destroys you! And... and I don't want my parents to know the truth... even being the unimportant little people they are there in Wilksbrake... I don't want them to know... It would break their hearts... Now, do you understand, my Lover?"Gil continued to stare up at her lovely face. He could see the tears dribbling down her cheeks and raised a hand to wipe them away. "N-No, Baby... not quite. You're saying... saying that you do this because you have to... ?" Y-Yes... I have to," she answered him. "But I find that I'm one of four other wives who are, one way, or another, forced into this international game, but truly, it's not all as bad as it sounds. We live in unbelievable luxury, have the finest of everything, and meet the most fantastic people... like you, Lover."Gil made a grunting sound. "I know now that you're making fun of me..." Oh God no, Darling! I'm not!" she replied quickly, twisting onto her.