I some how let the guysgo too far with me. That is a different story. When Igot married I put all my special clothes in thebasement and lived a normal...life. One day I was home from a trip early and found my wifewas doing the laundry. There on the top of the pilewere her pink thongs. I was taken aback and grabbedthem and slipped them on and the warm rush of my pastfeelings came back to me. I loved the feel of the silkon my body. I was running my hand across them and soonI was feeling my now. . he was taking her to his apartment! Sylvie tried to think of what she should do. She had learned that it was important to maintain a semblance of dignity, even in the most difficult situations, and now she counted on Frank's long training as a valet and her own instinctive calling toward being a true "lady". She must maintain that relationship, no matter what. But she was frightened as the car gathered speed, and she turned to see Frank's lips set in that same smile, his gray hair slicked. Valerie was afraid that the beast might blow his wad too soon. The cum-hungry woman wanted her mouth in place when the slimy geyser spurted out. She licked back up his cockstalk. Her lips pursed against it and her blonde head pulled up as she played his phallic flute. Her mouth was tingling with the gamy taste of donkey cock and the succulent flavor of his pre-cum as she dragged her lips back up towards the bulking head of his colossal cock.She flattened her tongue and lips against the. "You usually parade around with your tits out, with your thingy on show, so where's the problem?" he said insensitively."But no one can see its me!" she said, "I'm anonymous don't you understand?" OK, wear my jacket again?" he suggested."Thanks," she said."It's ruined anyway." he admitted."Thanks," she said deprecatingly, but he pulled on his trousers and shirt and let her pull the jacket around her.She walked beside him as they headed back towards the "Stables," or "Complex" as they sometimes.