She picked out the skirt and a white satin blouse, a matchthat would be quite acceptable in an office environment. I handed her thepanties which she ...lipped on without removing the towel - very femininebehaviour! Next was her bra which she was able to put on and clip closedwith no assistance from me. Handing her the breast forms she slipped theninto the cups of her bra and promptly adjusted the straps just like ageneric woman would. Clearly she had a lot of practise. It took me quite afew. My wife leaned forward briefly, her open mouth an invite for him to lean forward and plunge his tongue into her, passionately kissing as their tongues entwined. The passionate kiss enticed another moan from my wife, who was clearly building towards ecstasy. She leaned backwards again, and lowered herself until his full 10 inches was inserted inside her, and stopped briefly, enjoying the fullness and wonderous stretched feeling his large member gave her. My wife cupped her breasts, and began. The characters are based on real people, but the rest is total bunkum, but harmless bunkum that helped turn me on when younger and may inspire younger readers as well. Just after asking my wife to marry me one evening when we were on our own she said to me that before she could marry me there was a confession she had to make and that if I waited a few minutes all would be revealed. As I waited in the lounge if her parent ,s house in east London I wondered what secret she was about to reveal,. People didn't have owners.Ginger did."Doesn't that bother you?" I'd asked her."Why should it? Out there I was lost and alone. So many decisions,worries. Now I just do what I'm told and I'm never alone. Never have toworry about anything again."Crazy thing was, she meant it. I could see it in her doe eyed smile thatshe truly, utterly believed she was better off as the Lady's swornservant. "How could that be?" I'd asked her, and she answered with asingle word: Love.To hear her describe it,.