No, a whore would at least get some money for the time and usage of her body... I felt like a hole, something anybody could use whenever they wanted a...fuck! I was disgusted by myself and my own body.The weekend felt like it would never end. I was afraid John would turn to doing stupidities. All day long he was gone, sometimes coming home very late. I tried to ask him where he had been, but he just grunted 'what do you care about me'. I tried to show him how much I loved him, but he was as cold. ... I stretched out next to Galene, put my arms around her, and we cuddled. Our physical differences were much less important here, we were able to just be with each other. I could feel us both relax, a wave of contentment that was so strong I could almost sink my hands into it... ... the singing began as a quiet undercurrent, with DeepSinger's hands stroking my skin, so gentle in their touch. Most of the time, I stayed upright, so that I could breathe properly, rolling a little to wet my skin. It had a dimmed light hanging from the industrial ceiling and red walls. There was 2 chairs and some kind of bed contraption disappearing into the wall. She told me to get naked and flashed me her ass as she skipped to the bed. I quickly pulled off my clothes as she laid down and slid her legs through the hole in the wall. I had now realised what kind of glory hole we were at. My wife was going to be the hole. She looked up at me and said "my legs are in a pair of stirrups and my dress is. In seconds, he was copying everything from her phone's memory.Once he had the phone returned and meticulously repositioned, he went to the bathroom and opened the door, only to be met with a gout of steam that instantly fogged over his glasses."Need help?" Aaaah! You're letting the heat out! And no, I don't need help from a pervert who only wants to scrub my back so he can peek at me showering and try to grope my boobs."He thought about the video and wondered what masturbating while standing.