Ofcourse, the men returned to our table towards the end of the night, orif any other men tried to 'chat' us up. The other wives often said thatthey we...e only taken out for the night as their men wanted sex with themwhen they got home .... not a very romantic existence.Thus, I was trapped between enjoying being a woman, but saddened that myold life had disappeared. Life was a daily grind. I went without so manythings I had taken for granted before. I had to use only the cheapest ofmakeup, which. " I ran and retrieved the phone book. Mom dialed as I gave her therequested digits. "Mrs. Raspberry?" Mom asked. "This is Mrs. Johnson, John's mother. I'mcalling about Darla's party on Friday. Yes, I know it's a sleep-over andthat's why I'm calling. I just wanted to make sure that the party wouldbe properly supervised and that it was indeed all right for John toattend." At one point Mom started laughing into the phone. I wish I'dknown what they found so funny. Finally, Mom seemed satisfied that. Slowly she removed her dress from the top. She was wearing another white cloth and was to support her boobs which we in modern-day called a bra.The bra didn’t have any hooks but was tied on shoulders and at the back with laces. She opened the laces and slowly removed her bra. Her boobs were free now. They were firm and round with pinkish nipples.I asked her to come near me, she stopped sucking my cock and came near me. I took hold of her boobs and started massaging them, and asked her to use. There were other men on duty, but he had to make his own checks for peace of mind as he was the superintendent. Martin had not been to lunch for those three days. When he arrived on the fourth day Miss Purity met the exhausted man at the door and taking him by the hand led him to his table. Other waitresses watched this and giggled: Olga the foreign waitress was going a bit over the top with po-faced Mr Church. They laughed louder when after eating his lunch, Martin’s head began to droop and.