"Honey, I think we need to diversify our lust."

"But I don't need a good reason to leave you...
After all, I didn't have a good reason to marry you."

Serena, yielding to this unusual excitant, takes the pipe from Ginger’s hands and begins to give it slow, exaggerated cranium…Ginger slides to her knees between Serena’s nature-given props to mouth all around their base, making long, loving strokes with her taster over the dampening strip of translucent white silk still covering Serena’s bearded clam.

Serena groans…letting go of the pipe, she opens Digler’s straining fastener and gropes beneath his masculine containment. She squeals as his magic wand fills her hand. Roko, taking the pipe from Serena, bends down to find it eager placement in Ginger’s pleasure pouch…

Ginger: Here, taste my pouch. I’ll be upstairs in the bedroom when you’re ready.

She dances up the steps and into the bedroom. As she enters…

Ling: Ah, Madam Ginger. Young ones asleep! Is something I can do for you or your guests?

Ginger: Oh, no, Ling. Tonight you shall be your own woman…

Ginger goes to the bed and sits. Stretching, she lies back on the satin sheets and runs her hands slowly over her arching body…down between her nature-given props. Reaching back, her hand closes upon a handy white plastic male nullifier. Drawing her nature-given props up into the air, she pushes its white head back and forth between the moist flaps of her pleasure pouch, working it slowly to greater depths each time, all the while transfixed by her own image, larger-than-life, gyrating on the overhead video screen.

Roko stands mesmerized just inside the doorway. His eyes move from the delicious scene on the bed, to the Jacuzzi, and then to the four by six foot T.V. screen suspended from the ceiling. Ginger’s bigger-than-life image reveals a jet-black but-plug—nestled between her perfect white chicks. She gazes seductively toward him, unfastens a fine gold chain from her low-slung leather halter and slowly withdraws the ebony fixture from its snug lodging. Then with one hand she smoothes body oil between her chicks, and with the other, guides Roko’s magic wand into her ejection hole. All the while Digler catches the action on video.

Serena enters the room starry-eyed…weak from the pleasure of oneness with Digler on the couch downstairs. Breathlessly falling into a pile of velvet pillows, she watches the big screen. Her hand moves down to communicate with herself as she watches Roko explode in Ginger’s facility…