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IF YOU HAVE NOT READ AVATAR, BOOK 1 YOU WILL BE TOTALLY LOST!

This is Avatar: Establishment, Book 2 and it picks up right where the
first one left off.


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Avatar 2

Chapter 11

      	Ken smiled as Joan approached.  Unlike the last time that she'd
been at the mansion, she was fully clothed.  She looked at him with
some trepidation, so he stepped forward with his arms open.  With only
a small hesitation, she stepped into them.  They hugged for a moment,
then he let her go and stepped back.

      	"So," he said smiling, "are you feeling better today?"

      	"Yes, I am, thank you," she said.

      	She seemed at a loss as to what to say next and Ken sighed.
Apparently, it would fall to him to speak to her about life in the
mansion.

      	"Would you like to sit down?" he asked.

      	"Sure."

      	They were silent for a few minutes, then he said, "So I guess
you managed to work things out with Eric and Sally?"

      	"Kind of." she replied.

      	"They never did explain what goes on around here, did they?"

      	"I'm not sure what you mean," she replied.

      	"May I ask what you decided to do about your relationship with
Eric and Sally?"

      	Joan colored, then straightened her back.  "We're, um ... still
working out the details ... but ... as odd as this sounds, I think we
all want to be together."

      	"It doesn't sound odd.  Or, at the very least, it doesn't sound
out of place in this house."

      	"It's confusing to me," replied Joan.  "I'm really not sure
about a lot of things I'm feeling."

      	Ken was silent as Joan tried to put her thoughts into words.

      	"I ..." she swallowed. "I'm in love with Eric and Sally.  I
adore little Christine."  A longer pause.  "The ... feelings I have
when I'm ... when you and I..."

      	Her voice trailed off because she was too embarrassed to
complete the sentence.  She looked down at her hands, folded in her
lap.

      	"I... like it when you and I ... when I'm being a, um, slave,"
she said, her voice firming up.

      	Ken grinned at her, and said, "You do seem to enjoy that.  As
does everyone else that you're involved with."

      	Joan blushed a fiery red.

      	"Thing is, as long as it pleases you, Eric and Sally, there's no
reason for you not to continue to do that.  That will have to be
decided as part of the rules for your triad."

      	Joan blinked, "Triad?"

      	"Did I misunderstand?" asked Ken.  "I was under the impression
that you three were going to get together."

      	Joan was silent, then: "I think you're right.  It's just a
very new idea for me."

      	"Let me tell you about some of the ideas that we have regarding
relationships..." started Ken.

      	For the next hour or so they talked about relationships in the
mansion.  They also talked about the beliefs that everyone shared here.
 Joan had heard of paganism but, like most people, knew little of the
real beliefs and much of the propaganda.

      	"I don't know," she said after they'd talked for awhile.  "It
just seems like I'm so greedy.  I mean, all of a sudden, I'm involved
in the kinds of relationships that I never knew I wanted, but now think
that I can't live without.  It's stupid, I know, but there you have
it."

      	Night had descended, and they sat quietly for a while.  Eric and
Sally entered the Garden, with Christine in Sally's arms.  Ken could
feel Joan's emotions surge at the sight of them and smiled to himself.

      	He stood as they walked up, then held out his hand to Joan.  She
took it, and he pulled her to her feet.

      	"Welcome home, love," he said, kissing her lightly.

      	He kissed Sally, rested his hand on Eric's shoulder for a
second, then left the Garden.

    +++++

      	Monday, when Ken returned from class, he wandered out to the
pool, where Sandy and Jane were lounging.

      	"Hey," he asked, "aren't you supposed to be working on something
so that I can get my car into the shop?"

      	"Hey yourself," she returned with a sunny smile. "It's a
nice day, Jane wanted to ride and so voila! here we are at the pool
after a nice ride.  Oh, by the way, Davyn asked me to tell you we'd be
ready for it Thursday.  That cool?"

      	"Yup," said Ken.

      	Eying the naked bodies of his wife and Sandy, he wondered if
Sandy would be up for a little play time.  Jane, he knew, was more than
ready.  It had been too long since anyone played hard with her.
Perhaps it was time to rectify that.  He sat down on the edge of the
lounge Jane was laying on and began running a finger over her ribs to
the base of one large breast.  Her breathing immediately changed and
she opened her eyes, looking at her husband.

      	"Sandy?  Would you mind if I borrowed my wife for a while?"
asked Ken.

      	"I don't know," she said, quickly picking up on his mood.  "I
was hoping to get some time in with her."

      	"Well, since you *are* visiting, it wouldn't do for you to be
disappointed.  You'd be more than welcome to join me.  I bet you'd like
what I have in mind."

      	Those words began to really arouse Jane.  Being used as a sex
slave, discussed as if she were just a toy, turned her on a lot.  But
not as much as the fingers that had gripped one nipple bar to harshly
tug on that swelling nub.  She suppressed a moan.  In her opinion, it
had been too long since she'd been well used for her Master's pleasure.

      	"I'm sure I'll love whatever you have in mind," smiled Sandy.

      	"Well then," he said, "why don't you occupy yourself with my
slave while I go upstairs to get a few things together?"

      	Sandy stood up and walked to Jane's lounge.

     	"I'll be happy to," she said, kneeling over Jane's mouth.

          	She grabbed Jane's hair and none-too-gently pulled her head
into her rapidly-moistening pussy.  Jane, of course, immediately
started licking and sucking, knowing exactly how to please Sandy.  Ken
went upstairs to get some toys.  On the way back down, he grabbed a
small cooler and filled it with some bottled water from the fridge.

      	None of his preparations took very long.  When he returned,
Sandy had repositioned herself so that she was facing Jane's feet.  She
was smearing her sticky liquids all over Jane's face and had herself
centered so that, as she played with her own clit, Jane's tongue was
pushed inside her asshole.  Sandy liked ass-play quite a bit and was
really enjoying herself.

      	Jane was enjoying herself as well.  Sandy was making a point of
viciously twisting Jane's nipples and digging her nails into Jane's
full breasts.  She also had slapped them enough that they were a bit
red, as was the gash between the submissive woman's legs.  Ken walked
up just as Sandy leaned forward again to slap Jane's pussy.

      	"Beg to drink my piss, slave," she said.

      	Ken had noticed that, more and more, Sandy was taking a dominant
roll with Jane.  She still enjoyed some time in the ropes, but he was
sure it was mainly because she liked to struggle against them, rather
than any overtly submissive urges.

      	"Please, Mistress, UH!, may I drink your piss?" said Jane.

      	"No," said Sandy landing a loud slap on Jane's mons.  It was
clear her fingers had made direct contact with Jane's clit ring, making
the woman jump and moan with passion.

      	"You ready to go, Sandy?" asked Ken.

      	She sat down full on the other woman's face, cutting off her
breath.

      	"Are we going somewhere?"

      	"Yup.  For a little walk."

      	Sandy knew there was more to it than that, and so got off the
woman under her.

      	Ken quickly collared his wife and pulled her off the lounge,
positioning her on all fours on the pavement.  She was panting now,
sensing her desire for rough treatment was soon to be fulfilled.  Ken
grabbed a set of modified nipple clamps, each with a sixteen-ounce
weight, and put one on each of her nipples.  She groaned -- that was
one hell of a lot of weight.  Each clamp had serrated teeth, ensuring
they had a firm grip, and pain flared through her chest as her breasts
were pulled almost into cones.  She loved it.

      	"Let's go," he said, taking a leash attached to Jane's collar in
one hand and the bag in the other.

      	Sandy slipped on her flip-flops, grabbed the cooler and followed
him out into the yard.

      	Since the mansion was on ten acres, some of it quite wooded, it
was very private.  Even aircraft, oddly enough, didn't seem to fly
over.  Probably, Ken thought, because he wasn't a celebrity.

      	They walked (or crawled, in Jane's case) for a couple of minutes
to a stand of trees.  There wasn't much shade under them, and the day
was a typical SoCal summer day.  Bright and very hot.  Jane was quite
dusty and sweaty when they finally got to the the trees.  Naturally,
that got to Sandy, since Jane's sweat was laden with pheromones;
besides, Sandy had a thing about sweat.

      	Ken put the bag down and opened it.  Sandy ran her fingers over
Jane, sliding them into Jane's wet cunt and finger-fucking her.  Jane
moaned and thrust her hips back at Sandy.  Sandy smiled, pulled out her
fingers -- coated with Jane's secretions -- and put them to her mouth,
enjoying the taste.

      	Ken looked at her, and realized that she was being affected by
Jane's pheromones in a big way.  Or perhaps she just liked the taste of
Jane's pussy juice.  He had noticed that the Priestesses all tasted
better than your average woman.  Not that he didn't like the taste of
your average woman -- he loved eating pussy -- but eating a Priestess
brought the experience to a whole new level.

      	While Sandy teased Jane, Ken pounded two pieces of rebar deep
into the ground.  Next, he started braiding her long hair from the top
of her head, weaving a strand of leather tightly into the braid, then
tying it off.  He had Jane stand up and put her hands in front of her.
She winced from the pull of the heavy weights on her nipples.  The
clamps, while not sharp, were very tight and had actually cut her skin.
 Ken used untreated hemp woven into a very rough and splintery rope to
tie her wrists tightly together.  Then, he flipped some rope over the
selected branch and pulled her hands over her head -- not stretching
her, just holding her hands in place.  Next, he took more of the same
rope and wrapped each of her ankles.  Then he tied each one to a piece
of the rebar, which caused her to spread her legs very wide.

      	He went back to the rope attached to her wrists and pulled,
forcing her eventually to rise on her toes as the pull on her wrists
grew.  It was an uncomfortable position, to say the least, and not one
for a novice.  To say nothing of the potential damage that could be
caused to her wrists.  Of course, Jane was far tougher to hurt than
your average woman, and since she could easily heal herself, there was
very little that could actually cause permanent damage.  This freed Ken
to place her in very strict bondage with no fear of doing her lasting
harm.  He took the end of the braid and tied it to her wrists.  It
wasn't very tight, but it did keep her hair out of the way.

      	She moaned loudly when Ken removed the clamps, the blood rushing
back into her abused nipples.  Some of it made thin, red trails down
her perfect breasts.  He was hard as a rock and knew that Jane was
slipping into subspace.  Sandy, too, had her lust rising to a fever
pitch.

      	Finally, he pulled three whips out of the bag.  One was a
six-foot single tail.  The other two were knotted cats.  Each strand of
the cat was made from supple leather about as thick as a sneaker
lacing.  Each strand had knots tied about an inch apart along its
two-and-a-half-foot length.

      	Ken smiled at his wife as he approached her with the single-tail
in his hand and kissed her.  Her scent, sweat mixed with arousal, was
intoxicating and he couldn't wait to plunge his cock deep into her
willing body.  But first things first.

      	"You don't mind if Sandy and I use you for some target practice,
do you?" he asked smiling.

      	"No, Master.  Please, use your slave," she panted.

      	Her eyes were dilated, despite the brightness of the sun.

      	"Would you like to sit back for a few minutes while I warm her
up with this?" asked Ken.

      	"Sure," replied Sandy.

      	She'd been spreading out the blanket that had been in the bag.
Now she kicked off her flip-flops and sat back, legs spread wide,
slowly rubbing her pussy.

      	Ken turned back to his slave, and began lightly hitting her with
the single tail in a back and forth motion.  Well, light for Jane,
which meant that while the leather wasn't cutting her -- yet -- it was
raising long red welts on her skin.

      	He started on her outer thighs, the whip wrapping around them
with the tip invariably snapping on her tender inner thigh.  After her
thighs were well marked, he moved to her back, often angling the whip
so the tip created painful welts under her arms.  Very little of her
body was spared.  Her stomach had many welts, some bleeding, by the
time he'd finished his 'warm up'.  Her ass was also bleeding and the
tip had found its way to snap on the soft flower of her sex numerous
times.  Her bare mons had also been a popular target.

      	Jane had gritted her teeth time and time again to keep her body
under control and not have an orgasm.  She had not been given
permission to cum, and knew it was quite possible that her Master would
deny her for a long time.

      	She was soaked with sweat when he finished with the single tail.
 Sandy stood when Ken put it back in the bag and picked up the two
cats.  He offered her one, and Sandy's eyes glowed.  She approached
Jane and grabbed the base of her braid, pulling her into a deep kiss.
Jane responded with a moan, her hips rotating as she controlled her
desire.  Then Sandy took one of her large nipples in her mouth and bit
it.  Jane moaned, whimpering as Sandy's tongue traced under each large
breast, licking up the liquid that was dripping off her.

      	Sandy continued to torture Jane with her tongue, dipping into
her belly button, licking the sticky juice that coated her swollen,
inner cunt lips.  About that time, Ken started using the whip on Jane's
back.  If used with enough power, it would easily cause her to bleed,
so Ken was careful -- but not too careful.

      	Sandy was less experienced than Ken, and so when she finished
her teasing, they switched places and began to work their way down
Jane's bound and stretched body with the whips.  Ken at the front,
Sandy in back.

      	Jane began begging for an orgasm.  Ken was working her breasts,
now cut in several places, and Sandy was working on her ass.  Finally,
Ken stepped back, which Sandy took as a signal to stop, as well.

      	"Noo!  Please, Master, don't stop, please!" panted Jane.

      	"Do you want to cum, slave?"

      	The question was rhetorical, to say the least, but he knew she
wanted to beg.

      	"Yes, please, Master, let your slave cum."  Jane's hips rotated
and she was literally dripping, a long strand of her oils oozing from
her body.

      	Ken made her beg for a while longer.  Sandy stood back and
fingered herself to an orgasm in front of Jane, which, of course, only
added to Jane's need.  Especially when Sandy took her fingers, webbed
together by a thick coat of her cream, and wiped them over Jane's nose
and mouth.  Ken decided that she had waited long enough, and began
using the cat between her spread legs, the harsh leather strands
merciless against her soft pussy.  Sandy returned to using the other
cat from Jane's rear, often catching the sides of Jane's breasts with
the tips, while Ken began windmilling the leather to stroke her sex.
It didn't take very long for her to have a strong orgasm, but Ken kept
going, working her up to another.  He stopped before she got there,
though.

    	With Sandy's help, they soon had Jane repositioned.  First, they
took her hands down and untied them.  Next, her elbows were tied until
they were touching, then her wrists were fastened together.  Once
again, a rope was attached to her wrist rope and pulled up, which
caused her arms to be pulled up --  behind her, instead of in front.
When they finished, Jane was bent over at a bit less than a
ninety-degree angle, with her arms pulled painfully up and behind her,
and once again on her toes.  Her flexibility had grown, and her wrists
were quite a bit higher than her head. Ken took a ring gag and put that
in her mouth, then tied her braid to the rope holding her wrists,
forcing her head to look forward.  That was bad enough, but he was far
from finished.

    	Next came several coils of the rough hemp, which he wrapped
tightly around the base of each breast.  They were hard and turning a
dark red by the time he was finished.  Needless to say, after being
whipped, they were already very sensitive.  She groaned as the weights
were added back to each nipple, this time with hooks that attached to
her nipple bars, rather than clamps.

    	Finally, Ken and Sandy returned to the blanket and, in full view
of his suffering slave, began to have sex.  Sandy was penetrated in all
three holes, with Ken eventually cumming in her asshole.  Sandy loved
every second of it, especially since they were both able to watch as
the heat, weights and extreme position took their toll on Jane.  Her
sweat was stinging the multiple cuts that the whip had made, which only
added to her pain.  Naturally, Jane was in her glory.

    	When he finished with Sandy, he made sure to use Jane's mouth to
clean him off.  Not that she wouldn't have anyway, but she was unable
to object since the ring gag kept her mouth open.  Again, that was just
fine with her -- made the whole experience better, in fact.

    	Finally Ken knelt down and started fiddling with her clit ring.
It wasn't a large ring, but it had been placed so that it would keep
her clit exposed.  Her clit had been easily exposed before she'd been
pierced, since the hood wasn't all that long, or thick, but the ring
near the base ensured that her sensitive organ was completely
accessible.  Normally, there might have been the worry that she would
be desensitized, but Lea had seen to it that that wouldn't happen.  If
anything, she was more sensitive there, not less.  Ken rarely removed
the ring, but he and Annette had been working on some new toys, and he
thought this was the time to start using them, so it took it out and
replaced it with a bar that had two small rings on either side.  Jane
was very sensitive and was moaning and trying not to move.  It was
difficult, especially in her position.

    	Once the bar was in place, Ken reached into his bag and took out a
stand, a pole, and something that looked like a small, curved, saddle
-- one that had several hundred plastic bristles attached to it.  He
put everything together, then angled it so that it would match the
angle of her pussy quite nicely.  The bristles were stiff, but weren't
too rough -- if it were only your fingers they were rubbing against.
If they came into contact with a swollen, just-whipped pussy, it would
be a whole different story.  Against someone's clit, they would be
quite painful.

    	Once everything was in position, Jane -- who had relaxed her legs,
even though it put more stress on her shoulders -- was up on her toes
again.  The saddle was positioned so that, if she weren't, the bristles
would be digging into her cunt rather than just lightly resting against
the lips.  They were also resting against her clit, but that was the
least of her problems.  Thin rods had been attached to each side of the
bar through her clit.  Those rods extended a short distance, then ran
through small guides on the saddle, ensuring that it would be very
difficult for her to shift enough to keep the bristles away from her
swollen organ.  Finally, fairly heavy weights had been attached to each
of the rods, stretching her clit and making sure that any move caused a
lot of tugging.  She was panting, saliva running down her chin when he
finished.

    	"Well," said Ken, "I guess we're done here.  Ready to head
back, Sandy?"

    	Sandy's eyes were wide as she imagined how those bristles would
feel against her pussy, never mind her clit.  If Jane came down off her
toes even a little, they'd be grinding into her pussy and clit rather
than just brushing against them, and there was no escape.  Since the
weights did shift as Jane moved around, there was a constant tugging on
her clit, as well as the constant stimulation of the bristles.  Jane's
eyes were closed, sweat dripping from her panting body and stinging her
eyes.  But there were clear strands of juice that had already started
to coat the saddle, and Sandy had no doubt that Jane was enjoying her
predicament immensely.

    	"How long are you going to leave her like that?" asked Sandy
as they started to walk away.

    	Ken shrugged.  "I don't know.  Maybe an hour.  Maybe 'till
tomorrow."  Over his shoulder, he said, "Have fun, love.  You're
allowed three orgasms -- no more."

    	Jane groaned very loudly, and Ken caught the sight of their
Goddess appearing behind her.  He smiled.

    +++++

    	Jane's predicament had reignited Sandy's passions, so when they
got back to poolside, Ken was more than happy to use his mouth,
fingers, and finally cock on the woman to satisfy her.

    	"Gee," he commented, "I guess I didn't do such a great job
before."

    	"Don't be silly," she smiled, "that has nothing to do with it.
For some reason, your wife just makes me really excited."  She blushed
a little and said, "She brings out something in me.  Something that
makes me enjoy watching her squirm.  It's kind of embarrassing."

    	"Why?" asked Ken, dipping his tongue between her nether lips.

    	Sandy purred, her excitement overriding her embarrassment,  "I
like watching while someone hurts her.  It's really exciting, because I
know how much she likes it."

    	Ken slid a finger inside both of Sandy's lower holes and flicked
his tongue over her clit.  "And you'd like to be the one hurting her,
wouldn't you?"

    	"Oh, GOD! you're driving me crazy," she panted, not willing to
reply.

    	"Tell me the truth, or I'll tease you until you pass out, then
give you to Arianwen.  You remember what happened the last time that
happened, don't you?"

    	"Oh," said Sandy, squirming as her excitement increased.  It was
clear the thought of being given to Ari really got her going.  "You
wouldn't," she gasped.

    	"I would," he replied, teasing her sex lightly with his teeth.

    	"Yessss," she hissed.  "I'd like to be the one playing with
her..."

    	"It's more than that, isn't it?" he prompted.  "You don't want to
'play' with her.  You want to whip her... cane her breasts... use a
large dildo in her holes..."

    	Sandy knew that Jane was not built to accommodate large objects.
That never stopped her Master or Arianwen from using them on her,
though.

    	As the images of what Ken was describing flooded her brain, she
moaned, "Yes, yesss.  I want that ... I want to whip her again, hear
her scream when I make her cum ..."

    	Ken turned up the teasing just a little more, and Sandy found she
was going out of her mind, almost losing touch with her surroundings.
His voice was about the only thing grounding her.

    	"Perhaps, we should think about getting you a slave of your
own..."

    	For some reason, that thought shot Sandy into orbit, her orgasm
continuous until she couldn't get enough oxygen and passed out.  When
she regained consciousness, she could feel Ken's strong arms holding
her sweating body.  She opened her eyes and smiled, a little shyly.

    	"Glad to see you're back," he said gently, kissing her forehead,
then her lips.

    	Sandy felt like a limp rag and just nodded.  Finally, she began to
get her strength back and they separated, Ken reaching into the cooler
for some water.  She drank deeply, then leaned back in the chair and
stretched like a cat, her skin wet and shining in the sun.  It was a
beautiful sight, to say the least.

    	Eventually, they walked to the outdoor shower and turned it on,
letting the cool water stream over their bodies.

    	"You," she said as she leaned against the wall, "are a cruel,
vile, evil man."

    	"Yup," he smiled.  "But I'm guessing that I hit a nerve there,
eh?"

    	"Like I said," replied Sandy, "something about your wife brings
out this... thing... in me.  I'm usually not like that."

    	"But you liked it when I said we should find you someone to play
with, though, didn't you?"

    Sandy was silent, enjoying the feeling of his hands as he shampooed
her hair.  "Yes," she finally said, almost in a whisper.

    	They said nothing more about that, but Sandy asked Ken how much
longer he was going to leave Jane out back.  He just shrugged and
grinned.  Sandy shook her head.  She had no idea how the other woman
endured it, but the tingle in her own clit caused by knowing that Jane
was still suffering was a little disturbing.

    	Ken knew that Lea was still playing with her High Priestess.  He
could feel them, in the back of his mind, and knew that Lea was
blocking Jane's orgasms while they played.  She'd released the block
once, and Jane had cum so hard, she'd almost passed out, then screamed
back to full consciousness as her weight landed on the saddle after her
knees buckled.  Lea smiled at her, then patiently began to tease her
again, relentlessly driving Jane's excitement back up to where it had
just been.  Each touch of the Goddess felt like an amped-up Violet
wand, or like streaks of fire over and under her skin.  It drove her
wild.  Jane would sleep well tonight.

      	"So," said Ken as he and Sandy sat down in the kitchen, eating a
snack, "have you decided if you're going to work with Davyn?"

      	He'd just gotten out the question when Sally walked into the
kitchen.  She seemed to have this preternatural ability to sense when
someone was in there eating, and always arrived within minutes to see
if she could feed them more.

      	"You're going to work for Davyn?" asked Sally.  She giggled,
"Better be careful, or you might find that it's *your* hood he gets
under."

      	Sandy started, a bit guiltily.  This was Sally's father-in-law,
after all.  Sally smiled, though.

      	"Oh, I'm just kidding," Sally said, kissing Sandy on the cheek.
"Sort of.  Davyn has an eye for women, but he would never step out on
his wife."

      	Ken smiled and shook his head.  Sally was telling the truth, he
knew.  Davyn would never cheat on his wife, nor would he ever let sex
cause problems in a business relationship.  The truth, however, didn't
give the whole picture, and Sally knew it.

      	"Bummer," smiled Sandy, trying to regain some composure.  "He's
hot, and so's Helen.  I'd be more than happy to have either -- or both
-- of them."

      	Sally breezed by and kissed Sandy again.  "Good luck.  I've
always thought they were both hot."

      	"So," prompted Ken again, "you didn't answer my question.  Are
you going to work for him?"

      	"I really want to," said Sandy.  "But I don't have the schooling
to keep up with him.  I mean, I grew up with older brothers who played
with muscle cars.  I was always helping them out with stuff -- when
they'd let me.  I know a lot about engines.  But Davyn ... he's on a
different level completely.  I've never even heard of the modifications
that he's come up with, never mind the theories that he talks about.
That guy's a genius."

      	+++++

	People had started to return to Nemetodunum for dinner.  Jane was
still out back, only semi-conscious by this time.  Lea had only let her
cum twice, both times causing the woman to lose consciousness, and she
was exhausted, the strict position Ken had left her in becoming more
and more painful.  She was also deep into her version of subspace, and
as much as she hurt, she was flying on a sexual high that she rarely
got to visit.

      	Ari came into the kitchen, where everyone had gathered to talk,
and leaned over.

      	"Our wife is almost passed out from bliss in the back yard.
What did you do to her?"

      	"Why don't you go see for yourself," said Ken.  "In fact, why
don't you go release her?  Make sure to take the bar out of her clit
and put the ring back in."  Ken handed her Jane's clit ring.

      	"May I have some fun with our wife, too?" she asked.

      	"Of course.  Use her anyway you'd like.  She's allowed one more
orgasm today.  I was going to wait until bedtime, but do as you think
is best," he replied.  "Oh, when you bring her back, make sure she
returns the same way I brought her out there."

      	"How was that?"

      	"Make her tell you," said Ken.

      	Arianwen grinned, looking for all the world like a teen with a
new iPod, and skipped out the back.  Ken shook his head and smiled.
What with the way she handled herself -- the classes, the fact that she
was married, how well spoken she was -- Ken often forgot that she was
only seventeen.

      	Surely, there couldn't be too many seventeen-year-olds like her.
 He smiled as, minutes later, Jane's lust began to spike again, then
went back to the conversation.
   
      End Chapter 2-11

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