Stacy began to feel more comfortable and joined in the conversationjoking how she looked forward to meeting her boyfriend.Soon they arrived at the res...aurant and they all got out and walkedinside. As they were led to their table Stacy looked around to see ifshe knew anyone, but was relieved to see nobody she knew was there.Soon after they were seated the waiter, who looked to be around 18 cameby to take their drink order and kept smiling at Stacy. He also snuckglances at her legs.When he left. It was not unusual to smell another man in my apartment; you might say my wife and I had an arrangement. This time it was Peter the young barista from the coffee shop on North Street.I walked inside, placed my briefcase next to the table and continued into the lounge room. There on the couch was my wife. My used wife. At the age of 25, my wife Katy is in peak physical shape. She has long blond hair, is quite tall, and is slim. She is the love of my life.As I move to the couch, our eyes meet,. ‘I bought it for a trip I’m taking in a couple of weeks.’ Although she spoke wonderful English, there was something about her accent that I couldn’t place. It sounded eastern European of some sort, perhaps Russian or Ukrainian or Slovakian. ‘You have the cutest accent,’ I commented. ‘Where’d you get it from?’ ‘I’m from Russia,’ she answered. ‘A little town south of Minsk that you probably never heard of.’ ‘That’s what I thought!’ I replied. ‘Say, that’s not far from where my mother’s family. “Let’s leave the cleaning up until tomorrow, what say?”I again only nodded as I followed her into the bedroomand when she made to take my mask off I stopped her andwiggled a finger in front of her. She give me a weirdlook at first then said, “So you want to fuck me asDarth Vader? Is that it? Oh okay, come fuck your youngschool girl with your giant light stick.” I was relieved that she was getting into it, this wasthe critical moment and it seemed to be going my.