She even put a pair of false eyelashes on me. Thatwas a first for me. I looked in the mirror and didn't recognize myself.Even without a wig you wouldn...t know it was me. I reached for the wig andshe slapped my hand lightly. I have one that will work perfect for you mydear. She opened a case and a beautiful mid back length blonde wigemerged from it's cradle. She flipped some hair away as she placed it onmy head. She put a few drops of liquid near my ear, my forehead, the backof my neck and on my. Thodi din ki baat hai fir sab ki aadat padh jayegi.aur yaad rakh biwi ka dharm hota hai ki miyan ki khushi ka khyal rakhe.aur yeh to pyar ka dard hai.sahan ker le. Aur tu anita chal apne kamre main. In miyan biwi ko inke hisab se rahne de. Tujh beeche main dakhal dene ki koi jaroorat nahi hai.Maa didi ko apne sath le gayi. Maine room ak door band kiya. Sweta ko to jaisa saanp soongh gaya tha.uski kuch samjh main nahi aya ki is beech yahan kya kya ho gaya. Main ab wapis bed pe aa gaya.Me- ab kya. Fuck i love this. So i just breathe, and try to concentrate on anything but the vibrations and Your hand. Not easy, but i manage, and eventually the elevator doors open.You say nothing on the walk to the end of the hall, but as You open the door You ask, in that low, cold voice, if i understand my instructions. Again a whisper: “Yes, Sir.” There is no more talking when we enter; You take a moment to lift my dress and remove the soaking wet crotch rope and vibrator (did I hear You say ‘slut’. She was Anita’s mate at the same gym; but they were not so good friends.My sweet Ana would be fly away from town on Friday; she had a business trip for the week end.So I tried to set up everything for those free days. Sheila accepted to have me in her own bed; since I had told her I was a young guy in my early twenties; eager to feel an experienced woman like her.She was happy to hear it and she finally sent me her address, telling me she would wait for me…The slutty lady said she wanted to.