Though she is 45, my wife 25 pales in comparison. She has pretty face and better complexion, little bit taller and most of all her body was unbelievab...e. Usually she covers herself very conservatively, never to reveal her body, that night she was a bit casual with her dress, as I walked in, she tried to cover her blouse with her saree properly and was bit surprised and shy on seeing me late night. I asked her if she needed help, she said the baby has been fed and about to sleep now. Even though. At the sound of one of those old time hotel front desk bells, the first rounds of dates began.In that brief interlude while she had waited for everyone with a blue pad to find their seat, Laurel did the math in her head. With eight minutes to a date and a two hour window overall, she figured she had time for about ten dates. If only one of them proved productive, then the night would certainly be worth it. If not, well then, at least she might get an interesting story or two to tell.“Hi, I’m. Not some gaudy accessory, but the cold steel I had carried to rescue my wife. Once again, I wore my simple black t-shirt and faded jeans. With that perfectly flat chest and gym rat physique I had worked so hard to develop.“What the hell was that? A trick? An illusion?”“No,” he said, “a reality. THE reality, for it is inevitable you will accept the truth.”“Truth, what truth?”“That you belong to me, my dear, as my willing and eager maidservant.”A shock ran through me, I rang like a bell struck by. The lights were dimly lit and all the kids around me were bouncing up and down dancing. I quickly realized that there was alcohol here and that everyone was pretty much drunk.I looked around but did not see my daughter. I started making my way deeper into the house. As I was pushing my way in, I felt lots of young girls pressing against me. Their small breasts, their asses, were rubbing against me. I could not suppress the feeling of excitement. For the first time in my life I felt young 18.