What if weknew some of the same people and she posted it on Facebook or Twitter?What if they recognized me?"Mis-" I had turned and looked at Mistress,...to blurt out, "Mistake!"but she had been looking at me already as if anticipating something. Istopped short, and thought about how disappointed she would be, wehadn't even had lunch, and my heart sank. Had I even thought of howmuch work she had done? I couldn't bring myself to say it, I justcouldn't disappoint her. So, I switched tacks. "Mistress. With my golden mane up in a swirl, my body slightly dripping with jewels, a pink silk designer gown wrapped around my body, with the plunging neckline exposing my extra large cleavage. Taking a piece of my gown in each of my hands, I pulled up slightly as I walked down the steps. Finally reaching Richard, he took my pink gloved hand and kissed it lightly, telling me how beautiful I looked. Then helping me get into the back of the car, and in a few minutes left for dinner. Finally we reach the. I left the bathroom light on and went back to watch them fuck. I sat in the shadows and watched as my very skilled wife put a professional fucking on this guy. After he had come in her for what turned out to be the third time that night he got out of the bed and put his pants on. He said hey buddy came you run me up to my rig, he said I need some rest and I can sleep in the sleeper. I said sure and I got dressed. As he and I where driving he apologized about having to leave, he said that wife. She had a boy and a girl before.My brother and sister were the perfect stereotypical children. Mybrother was a football star and my sister a cheerleader. I was born fiveyears after my sister. From early on I was shy, and as I grew up thisshyness pushed me into books and other activities that I could do myself.I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know what. I always wore skirtsand dresses. You may not believe it, but this is the first pair of jeansI have ever owned. Today is the first.