”“Yes, sir,” I whispered. My voice sounded so far away, so brokenly acceptant. For a moment, that cold excitement reappeared in his eyes. I clea...ed the mess I’d left all over the chair like an obedient fucktoy and dressed with hands that only slightly shook. He must have taken my underwear and bra because I didn’t see either of them and I didn’t even care. My nipples brushed my shirt under the sheer lingerie and it felt like that was how I deserved it to be. And I left in a daze, my head bowed.. .. or rather Steve looked like.And the one plus there was, Steve wasn't a bad looking guy. But even more importantly, his cock and mine from what I'd been able to determine, were very similar in appearance. He wasn't overly large, nor was I, and we seemed to both have the same shape and size of heads too. Had we not have, or at least been as similar in appearance, the idea I had in mind wouldn't have worked either. So I told him."No fucking shit! Your mom?" he'd said after I told him all about. We both have other interests. He knows mine. He knows I have, lovers shall we say. But having him watch me fuck Lothar, and the others in all likely hood, now that was different. How would he react? Lothar mustn’t know, mustn’t know I’m his wife. Know he is my Hubby. The screamer had become the sobber. The girl on the floor was trying to drag herself further away. “Now this Gentlemen is a real fucking woman. You want a whore, then this is the one. Boys you want to do business with me, you find. She smiled and let out a tiny chuckle."Are you alright sweetheart?"I gazed at her. Did she honestly think I would be able to talk right now? HA! The girl must be completely out of her mind. She looked at me earnestly."Louise? Are you okay?"I managed a nod and groaned falling completely into the softness of the bed. She gazed at me for a few minutes while I tried to collect myself. Finally, I was able to make my brain send the correct messages to my mouth."Ehh...I think you need to change your.