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leaned toward her, his eyes burning into her, “From now on I’m going to enjoy seeing the lovely young Mrs. Ryan at the country club pool wearing the briefest of bikinis. Let me tell you how it’s going to be. I will sit in a chair, and you, Mrs. Ryan, will always lie on the deck at my feet. That will be your place, not seated next to me but lying at my feet just like an obedient and loving pet. You will never go in the water. Your makeup and hair will be perfect. Your firm body will be splendidly tanned. All the men at the club; the teenagers, the husbands of your friends, the single men, the middle aged and older men will want you because you will be the most beautiful most desirable woman there. Some of the men will stare at you, others will glance your way as often as they can. They will want you, Mrs. Ryan. They will all want you.
    “When I crook my finger, you nod your head then come closer until your lips are over my toes. With your friends and the others staring in disbelief, you will lower your head to kiss the feet of Simon Ruben, not once but several times.” He paused reveling in the scene he’d just described. “Imagine it, Mrs. Ryan. We are at the country club pool. Your crowd, the young friends who respected and admired you and Jeff are nearby. They often look in our direction and whisper among themselves, wondering no doubt why the beautiful young Mrs. Ryan is stretched out at the feet of old Simon Ruben.” He closed his eyes and chuckled. “Then,” he continued, “you look up at me. Tell me what you are going to do, Mrs. Ryan. What are you going to do before the startled eyes of your former friends. Describe it fully, add to what I’ve just said.”
    She tried, unsuccessfully, to force the image of the scene from her mind. She knew what he expected to hear, “We will go to the Country Club pool several times each week. I will try to be beautiful for you. I’ll not go in the water but instead I’ll lie at your feet. At a signal from you, I’ll press my lips to your toes, lovingly. I’ll wear the briefest of bikinis. I won’t look at anyone but you. When you nod your head I’ll get up and press my body against yours. I’ll put my arms around your neck and kiss you, tongue kiss you.”
    “Ahh, yes. Very good, Mrs. Ryan. I intend to make sure you do exactly what you’ve promised.” He smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, in the coming summer are you going to feel humiliated before your friends or proud?”
    She looked up at him. “I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t feel humiliated, Mr. Ruben.” She knew he wanted to hear more. “But by then you will have trained me…will have made me learn to…to…respect you. In time, I think, I will come to feel proud to show my friends that I have become your woman.” She paused, “My devotion to you will be obvious to everyone. They will know that I give myself to you whenever you want me.”
    He glanced at her breasts, “I see that your nipples are stiff. Is your cunt wet?”
    She looked away from him, “Yes it is…my cunt is wet.”
    “Is it fair to assume then that being in the presence of Simon Ruben excites you. Does Simon Ruben make Mrs. Ryan hot?”
    She felt the color rush to her cheeks as she bowed her head. After several moments she spoke softly trying to keep her voice from trembling, “What you say is true.” She paused again, fighting against the quickening of her breath. Under the metal cap, she felt her clitoris swell. She saw her engorged nipples turn a darker shade of pink.
    “The words, Mrs. Ryan, the words,” he chided.
    “Yes, it is as you say. Being here with you, being alone with Simon Ruben excites me. I don’t know why it happens, but I am, as you can see, aroused.”
    “Yes, Mrs. Ryan, I can see that you are. I knew you would be.”
    Quickly, she looked up at him again trying to force from her imagination the images of what the future would bring. Suddenly the anger she felt toward