I hadn't done that, and when I told her I had, I assumed she would be angry, and maybe even ask for a divorce. But her response caught me totally off...guard. Instead of being angry, she asked if I was telling the truth. "Yes, I'm telling you the truth," I told her, "because since I can't have any pussy from you I'll let anybody else who wants it have it."She started asking my questions about the guys. How old were they, did they have big cocks, did I really watch them, what did I do as I. So my boyfriend will be waiting for me near the gate if I go now.Me: *Sigh* I have an extra room in my apartment. You can stay there. Nobody can come into my building either.Her: No! I can’t keep troubling you like this. Please, just a small hotel is fine.Me: Yeah, I’m not going to let you stay in a hotel. Frankly, there’s no need.Her: I am so sorry for putting you through this.Me: It’s okay. really! I’ll have company.I smile at her and she smiles back and she looks relieved. I didn’t know this. There was something about his soft beauty, which reached through all his injuries and touched her heart in a way no male ever had before.She hurried below deck and opened the large first aid kit and removed the big jar of a mixture of aloe and petroleum jelly she had laughed at when she first saw it. Now she knew why it was there. She hurried back up and gently smeared it all over him. She looked at him as she covered the peeling raw skin. She guiltily found herself staring at his near. An older guy. A very hot older guy. She promised me it was just for dates. She said she needed to be with a strong masculine man sometimes. But she assured me that she loved me. I was not happy, but I accepted this as part of our relationship. I felt I had no choice.Finally, after a few more weeks of experimenting, she challenged me to dress up super slutty with her one night and go to a party so we could see if I would pass. I protested strongly, I was very scared of being found out. I wore a.