She was enjoying the game. Kate was both shocked and highly embarrassed to realize just how much she was enjoying herself. The two men across from her, and it really felt like they were across the table from her, seemed to be enjoying the game as well. Phillup was smirking at her and she knew it was because she'd tried to keep in contact with his foot after his merciless teasing. It was shockingly sexy, that knowing smile, it was another indication that he was her superior in this game. Kate shivered, unable to keep herself from moaning softly again as his foot stroked the length of her sex.<br/><br/>Kate knew her husband well. She thought she did. She had expressed a desire to go home. Her thinking was to save embarrassment, to avoid detection. She assumed the men would want the same thing.<br/><br/>They were talking about her, whispering and plotting things that she was not supposed to know. She would find out, in a fashion, soon enough, she supposed. Kate took a bite of her dinner, her body quivering with pent up arousal now. The teasing, something she’d never experienced before, had made her more wanton than she could ever remember being, ever. Was this what it would be like all of the time now? Kate wasn’t sure what to think or feel. She liked the idea that she could be so aroused, possibly all of the time. It was so different than she’d felt before, even when aroused in the past, it was nowhere near as intense. She wanted to get Phillup’s attention back and press her desire to go home so that she could enjoy more than just his foot. Her face flushed at the very thought and she made a soft noise, like a small giggle. Kate looked up quickly to see if the men had noticed. She was turning herself on more, like it was a snowball rolling down a hill.