You no longer have anyone at your beck and call,” Imelda replied in kindly tones. “I will help if you want.”“Thank you, I would be most gratef...l, Imelda. You are John’s wife, are you not?”“One of them, yes.”“How many wives does a man need?” Oonagh replied, looking confused.“As many as will have him,” Imelda chuckled. “You know little about the real John. He really is a nice man, once you get to know him ... if a little dense in the ways of women.”“Thank you, my love,” I sighed as both Oonagh. But then again, almost anything can make me horny. Im a very sexually awakened girl. I lost my virginity when I was 10 but thats a different story. The night of the concert came and I got dressed in a barely there miniskirt with a tube top. No bra, no underwear. This was going to be a nice night. Cal even sprang for a limo. I got into the limo, with Cal right behind me, and we immediately opened the mini bar. Three shots later, I was feeling a bit buzzed, but not too bad. I crawled over on my. So why bother? a little voice demanded.Because maybe it's time, I snapped mentally.I looked at the pants for a moment longer, and then said aloud, "Let's do it." I slipped the burnished brass button through the buttonhole, and slowly unzipped the fly. I stepped into the legs, and tentatively pulled them up, pulling the ends of the waistband together.The fit was not right.My heart soared.The pants were at least six inches too big in the waist. My hard work and perseverance had paid off. For the. I grab your tit and twist the nipple while pulling it, causing you to wince with pain. “Did you forget how to answer me.” “Yes Master. I am sorry Master.” You undress and stand before me in all of your sweet glory. “Next I want you to kneel down, sitting on your ankles with your legs spread open.” You move into the position you think I am asking for. “Wider.” You open your legs wider for me. “Perfect. Now cross your arms behind your back and grab each one with the other hand.” You do as told,.