So, here goes. Sad story time.For most of my marriage, the sex was bad. Infrequent - maybe once or twice a month - and not particularly loving, or eve... exciting. Babs occasionally decided to 'take care of my needs', either as a whim or, more usually, because she wanted something from me. Apart from that, she was a friendly girl who liked to see me happy. In bed, she saw my frustration, but she didn't want to give me what I needed. I was always very puzzled by this. Why would she do it? A few. She snapped back to reality with a tap at the door. As it opened she seen the outline of Savannahs body as she came in and closed the door quickly. As Savannah took off her tee shirt her body glowed in the moonlight. Her brown skin shined in the darkness. Megan could make out the little tuft of hair about her clitoric. Moving her eyes up she thought how cute the little black dot of her navil looked. Further up her near black areolas stood out against the lighter shade of skin. Straining Megans. Before I knew it, I was bent over, his fingers deep in my pussy and his cock balls deep in my tight little asshole. Double penetration must have been invented by some goddess. It is so much sensation at one time, so much pleasure, it's out of this world. I could feel him throb inside me, his fingers rubbing over that spot. I knew it wouldn't be long until I came, and so did he. I heard him ask if he could cum in my ass. I grinned and nodded and then his cock seemed to expand in my ass. Then it. I was to have a palepink color on my fingernails, while a much darker pink color were to beapplied to my toenails. The young attendee smiled as I requested herservices and colors. I also had my eyebrows plucked in a high arch.What was happening to me? What was I doing?I waited for another email. Nothing came for a day. Finally an emailfrom Sara. I had become a slave to her. Living on each email. Today Iwas to purchase a pair of pink thigh high stockings - for me. She alsotold me to purchase a.