"Yes, Ma'm."

Eve absently watched her matronly stride as she moved away toward the house, her mind rapidly occupying itself with the young, Romanesque faced artist, whom, with his vivacious new wife of six months, she had met at a cocktail party pre-Bo-Bo… the day before, in fact. His rangy, awkward appearance belied his grace of movement, and there was a sensitivity in his hands as well as his eyes which more than just appealed to her; it had sensuously excited her. At that very moment, she imaginatively sensed those gentle hands smoothing exploringly, lovingly over her naked flesh… and God knows, that was what she needed in the wake of the heartless, filthy animal she was actually well rid of… damn him!

Besides, there had been something about that onyx-eyed, dollie-pure wife of Kevin Garrett which had struck Eve as a challenge, and even more so now in her present state. Yes, she'd call the talented Mr. Garrett this afternoon and offer her apologies. Perhaps, they could get together this evening for the first sketches, or tomorrow at the latest… He'd want daylight to work by, no doubt about that, she finally reasoned…

"Thank you, Conchita," Eve said, taking her drink from the offered tray, once more absently watching the other's silent, matronly departure. She wondered if Manuel still fucked her… or if the pious, handsome-faced woman had ever sucked his cock. Probably not; she was too busy burning candles and hoarding indulgences, though sometimes it was the saintly ones who fooled you, she well knew, like the effervescent Laura Garrett with the curvaceous young body and disgustingly chaste air…

Eve smiled calculatingly to herself, her suggestive, sensuous eyes gleaming as she sipped at her drink and gazed at the green, wooded area separating their properties. It should be fun, as well as sexually stimulating to compete with a younger broad and new wife for temporary control of the talented young husband's cock. It'd been a long time since she'd vented her wrath that way…