Well the point of these postings was to relate anabbreviated biography of my slut wife. So I’ll begin.Sam’s mother married her American fa...her for one reason,he was comparatively wealthy. He married her becauselike me, the idea of being married to a slut who’sballing other guys appeals to us.Growing up in Japan and educated in a convent school runby French nuns, Sam was the subject of their scorn. Shewas a “bad girl”, she smoked, she hung around with thewrong. So that was a Sunday and me my girlfriend did not had any plan to meet on that day because she did not had any chance to get out of her house. My day was going as usual till i received a message from her in which there was only written be ready and come out in 20 minutes and stand near turning of her house and i was happy after reading that message. I got ready and went near her house and usually i used to in bike but that day i took car because i wanted to have some fun . waiting in car 30. I don’t write good. We are me b*o and mom/dad.We lived in India now are in Canada.It is very open minded people here. When I first went to school many girls and boys Hugged me. We became very good friend.School was mostly white people.We use to play together out in field.All the girls told me about what they do.They were very open in talk. After few months They started to ask me if I want to join in their club?I said I love to join your club.Not knowing what the club is.Next Saturday 2. "Get out of the car please." My eyes went wide and I quietly did as he said, got out of the car and leaned my back against it once my door was shut. Having just left a party I was dressed in a manner to attract men, and had I not been drunk I would have noticed his eyes sliding up and down my small frame. Standing in heels I reached five-foot-seven-inches. A leather mini-skirt on my legs and a light blue flowing top covered my torso. "Your I.D." He said, with a sigh, which signaled to me that.