I saw a piece of cloth and remembering the handkerchief from last night took it out to wipe my hands with it. It was not a handkerchief; it was a soft...satin thong. I recognized the thong immediately. It was one that we bought for our tip to Vermont. So if this was what the man handed to her ... I could not think of anything. My mind was going numb; I felt my whole world crashing around me. I just sat there, thoughtless. I was not angry, not hurt and not thinking. There might be an explanation. ” My reply, “Challenge accepted!” And so far, so good. Sooo fucking good! To my husband’s total amazement and slight alarm, I haven’t even ruined him. Yet…Second, he doubted I could truly break him. Break his mind, that is (not his body! I need that!). When I promised to send him into the deepest, darkest, most desperate, mind-scrambling frenzy of lust he’s ever experienced, he honestly doubted that such a mindspace existed. He knows how it feels to be relentlessly edged, teased and denied for. . Then i came to Bangalore and office then i went to my seat i said hi she looked at me blushed.. She had breakfast, lunch and tea with me that day. I didn’t find any changes.. Then evening she messaged me hi…. I replied with hi.. Then she said i missed u lot for three days. I thought its just friendship so she is saying simply then i said ok.She said replied what ok.. I was confused then she sent one sms tell me relation between us i said sister… Then she said i have so many brothers then i. I heard a collective, "Ohhh." from all of the men as they saw my big hanging labia. "Holy shit! Would you look at that pussy!" I heard one man say. I heard, "Nice. What a pussy. Now that is a snatch," along with other comments. I of course did squats in a few different directions and turned around, bending over and spreading my legs way out to the sides. Several men came up to the edge of the stage tucking twenties (even fifties) in the tops of my stockings as I squatted down in front of them..