Hollowed cheeks, gaunt frame spoke of iron control and wild helplessness, the faint taste of bile lingered at the back of her throat. Beauty was fickl..., the slender frame now skeletal, ravaged by years of starvation and her skin sagged on her dejectedly, the lines that burrowed into her brow premature. Rumpled clothing, the kind that one bought in the attempt to feign wealth, in cut that nearly draped beautifully, save for the cheap cloth and subtle imperfection, clung in silent witness to the. "Shit... yes. Well, they're not mine, they're my ex's..." I'm barely getting the words out. My hands are trembling and I feel like all the blood in my body is in my head."Oh. So, what had you been doing with them?" Jess asks, slowly, carefully. Her tone has shifted; she seems genuinely curious. I pause while I gather my thoughts. I remember that Jess is my best friend, and she's looking deeply in to my eyes, searching for something."OK, if I tell you, do you promise not to judge? You're my. Lori was on a lawn chair watching us. Lisa was also rubbing my cock through my jeans. Honestly, though, I was so drunk and so high, it wasn’t really all registering with me.Later when Kelly and I talked about that night she claimed at first that she was drunk and/or passed out and didn’t really remember much. Once Kelly and I got real honest with each other and she realized our relationship wasn’t at risk, she admitted that, yes, she was drunk but she knew exactly what was happening. She also. You Ian will bathe and dress your wife for my enjoyment. her pubic hair will be trimmed neatly but NOT completely, and you are to ensure her bowels are empty and her anal passage readied for my use, first item on Friday night. When you come to the pub, she is to wear a thin and lowcut dress of your own choice, no knickers but stockings and her breasts must be braless, she will carry a small treat especially for me, carried inside her sex, which I will retrieve in the usual booth before the our.