Card (obviously fake), in the name of Michelle Maginot from Alsace. “You don’t want to know what I had to do to get this, Princess. More importa...tly you don’t want to know who I had to fuck to get this; in my uniform, on my back with my eyes open and my tits out, like a five-mark whore. I’m not a damn whore, and it was massively humiliating way to be introduced to sex with men.Princess, I apologize for my infidelity, but like you, I had no choice. Occupation currency is going to be worth. She had a dream body. Her well-formed breasts were barely contained by the string and two tiny triangles that made up the top of every bikini she wore. The bottoms were always a small triangle in front, with a larger one covering only part of her perfect butt. Like the top, both pieces were held in place by tiny strings.The sight of her always gave me a hard-on, which was somewhat visible under the lightweight shorts I always wore when doing yard work. This became embarrassing at times—the. Let me tell you that old boy had his tongue so far down my little gal's throat I knew if he would of sneezed, she would have farted. And I don't say it to be indelicate, not one bit. I respect my sweet and darling Emily too much to be indelicate about her. But believe me I seen it with my own eyes and nobody else's.Well, after I saw what was going on right there under my nose, I said, "Homer, just what in the hell do you think you are doing with my sweet and innocent wife?" I wanted to give him. I stepped out of the shower and began to put together my outfit for that evening. I chose my turquois blue panties, with a black rubber cock ring around my balls, and another around the base of the head. the panties were just tight enough that my cock peeked out of the top, and my tight balls stretched the fabric tight. I put on my jeans and shirt, a pair of sandals, and it was time to go.My heart raced as I got in the car and drove to Jims place. I parked the car in the drive and walked to.