A Game within a Game Part 1

A short silence. Jenny spoke again "This is a new house btw. After the funeral Marion sold her house, it had too many memories. The new house of Marion is much larger than a normal family home. I had the idea that she had a purpose with buying that particular house. We will soon see. I think she build a dungeon in the basement."

Rob sputtered "But you just said you won't hurt me."

Jenny said cool "I keep my promises. So no worry about too much pain or inconvenience. But you will pay for not instantly informing me."

"But, but," Rob stammered, "I didn't know what the meaning was of the emails or what purpose."

Then Jenny said with a grin "Well, it's no big deal. It's all part of our little game. Action and reaction? We have to pretend it's very serious and I really desire to do this again with you. I need a reason to punish you, don't be such a wimp. Imagine, a full weekend for ourselves."

Rob was thinking and finally asked "And where does Marion fits in?"

"I can assure you, Marion is to be trusted completely. Otherwise we wouldn't be going to her place. And it's part of the surprise. Please don't ask any further. You will see when we get there," Jenny sounded a bit agitated.

In silence they drove further to their destination. Happily for Rob, Jenny didn't ask him to pay at the gas station where they stopped for fuel. Jenny went out for herself and Rob ducked in his seat and covered his nylon-clad legs with his coat. Nobody took notice.

When Jenny returned she saw his coat over his legs and said "I love to see your legs, come on honey, show them to me," and with a sigh Rob removed his coat.

"I would feel so embarrassed if somebody should see me."

"I can tell you this; when a woman passes by and she is seeing your legs, she thinks that I'm a lucky girl, to have a friend with these legs. You underestimate women; a lot of women would like to see their lovers dressed up in stockings when making love. For a lot of women it's also an incredible sexy sight; not only men are fond of stockinged legs. You know that," Jenny said. "And when a man is seeing you, I don't think he'll notice your legs. They look at me, not at you."