That evening, my wife and I had some wine and watched a movie. After the movie, as is our routine, my wife went back to the bedroom, dressed in someth...ng than her usual ugly nightshirt, and lit some candles.A few minutes later, I went into the bathroom off the bedroom and slid my appendage on. I stepped through the door, my wife exclaimed, “Oh my.” In the candlelight, she thought it was the real me. She was most excited. Once under the sheets, she discovered the truth. She did not freak out.. Dinner was at 7:30 and he still had to get back to his apartment and change in to something more appropriate. Having seen the lady, he now knew the role he had to play. She would only accept another professional and Alex was sure he could play the part of a professional. He only wondered if he had a clean shirt as he descended into the Metro for the short ride home. Chapter 13 ‘Alexander, you old fraud,’ Monique said as he bent down to kiss her cheek once she was settled into her chair. Greg. It was what I wanted; of course it was what I wanted. But sometimes you just can't have what you want, or rather who you want. Amber. My schoolgirl fantasy; my knicker-showing tease.A date.It was ridiculous how excited and scared I was at the prospect of going on a 'proper' date with Amber. Excited, scared and stressed. And there was something that came naturally when I was any of those things. I cleaned the pipes three times at work, each time provided only limited, physical relief. 16 year. They then plucked each of the thorns off one by one with pliers...each and every one pulling on her tormented skin. She could only whimper as she endured further suffering and starvation. When they were done, they took the pliers and pinched her nipples and pussy, torturing her so as to make her struggle...they jerked themselves off to it, and left her dangling there...in utter agony and despair.The next morning, she was fed and bathed and done up beautifully...her rashes soothed by creams.