"Spread 'em a little, baby," Harry breathed harshly into her mouth, "Daddy wants it open wide."
"Oh God, please don't do it here. I couldn't stand it," she pleaded softly through her tears and desire. "Don't let my husband see you doing it to me."
"Promise you'll do it my way if we go somewhere?" he whispered with a triumphant grin on his face.
"Oh yes, yes, anything," she implored, "but please don't let him watch us."
Harry rose from the couch and pulled her up by the hand giving her just a moment to smooth her dress down. He led her quickly toward the bar, stopping to fill their glasses and then, once more, pulled her by the hand out of the room and into the corridor.
Carol was so emotionally upset from the Pernod and the horrible sight of her husband making love to another woman th
