It was eight sharp when the doorbell chimed. Opening it to the long stretch black on black limousine. I actually felt my heart beating faster. The dri...er opened the car door for me. We drove through the older part of the city. It was just picture perfect already. As the car slid to a perfect stop, I heard the car door being opened. There he was tall handsome and ever so sexy Thomas. ************************** ‘Good evening Abigail. I am so happy you could make it. Shall we?’ Thomas said with a. ” I thought that was strange because she was supposed to be on the pill.Joey must have had amazing self control, because he pulled out and started spurting all over my wife’s belly, legs, tits, and over my legs and thighs. He wasn’t stroking himself. It was just pulsating and shooting cum everywhere. My wife reached between her legs and grabbed his penis and gently started massaging the rest of the cum out of it. This guy was loaded with semen. It made me wonder how much my wife must have. "Okay, I'm going to get a few things so if you want to put some underwear on and put your robe on I'll be right back." Once again she disappeared down the corridor. I'd worn the dress she had picked a few times before and I knew how figure hugging it was. I went to my lingerie and found a black and red lace bra, matching thong, and matching suspender waspie that sinched my waist just so. I also found some beautiful retro seamed stockings. As I wrapped myself in that gloriously beautiful. "OH OHH OWOH!" NOW I was crying out in pain for real! And tirelessly Missy's hand cracked across my panties as hard as it ever had! Oh and my panties—the earlier threat of being stripped of them was a constant in my mind—now. I think they were kept on to make me feel more like a bad girl and made me more compliant where if they'd been pulled down I would be more unpredictable and more likely to act out-and that is true. At this point I was in tears, embarrassed, thinking it wouldn't end; it had.