My ‘reward’ was generous and he ‘dated’ me for a couple of years before eventually making me his trophy wife.I had married Richard; but not fo... love. I could have pretty much what I pleased; providing he approved; Richard had me on a leash.Meanwhile my parents divorced. Basically father had ditched mother for a wealthy widow.At the time I’d had to swallow the shameful fact that we were two of a kind.But right now I needed some ready cash to keep my own marriage on an even keel. I decided to. She pressed her lips to mine and caressed my breast saying how natural they felt. Then she went into her bedroom coming out with a box an handed it to me. Second OMG as I pulled out the most adorable yellow print dress I ever saw. "I made this for you my love" she said. Holding the dress up to me "try it on" she said. I unzipped my skirt kicking it off hearing her sigh as i exposed my stockings, garter belt and panties. She took of the bra from me and I stepped into the dress and she zipped it. He would abuse his wife and as a reason she would come and cry to my mother a lot of times. And since my emotions are controlled by my dick, I would feel like I want to hit him. Rekha was always friendly to me since my childhood and she had seen my penis numerous times as a child. I thought she never knew how I lusted her.Chithra was also a great cook and very friendly and she would give us homemade sweets all the time. She liked me a lot and since I lusted her I would jokingly say that I would. They both took their books with them. Before they left Anne spelled the books so if anyone took an interest in them, they looked like cheap novels.Marty laughed when his cover depicted a brunette woman in a revealing red dress being held by a hunky bloke and was titled, ‘Love at a Price’. Anne’s picture was similar, except her characters were rangers, and the woman was dressed in blue. Her title was, ‘My Prince Charming’.After they had ordered, Marty opened his book again. He found a letter.