She sunk to her knees and beckoned for him to come to her.Tom hesitated a few seconds before stepping in front of her and peering down at the lovely v...sion. Hesitation was evident on both their faces. She's married, this is wrong, he thought. He's married, this is wrong, she thought but only for a moment. What the Fuck! A sale is a sale!He didn't help with the front door key and now he's not helping with this buckle. Had she misunderstood the meaning of his question concerning what is true. You're gonna be a star, now act like one!"The recording resumed and he asked: "Are you a slut?" Yes, sir." Do you fuck for money, bitch?" (For a moment I stopped but I knew what I had to play.)"Yes, sir, I do."He whispered in my ears: "Where's the moaning, bitch?"I resumed my sexual moaning and simulated enjoyment of his hands massaging my pussy through my skirt and stockings. Suddenly he started to slowly pull up my long skirt. He slapped my legs so I knew I had to spread wide. He finished. Sex is nothing but a mode of entertainment and a means to have pleasure. She said NO. I don’t want to have sex with any other.One day I read some stories from ISS. I did not shut down the computer and went to my office, so that Santidevi, my wife can read the stories from ISS and can be mentally prepared to sleep with others to feel the difference. When my wife observed the computer to be on, she read the stories from the ISS. I could know from the history of the browsing that , she had read. She moaned allnight pleasuring herself. I knew it couldn't be Ashley at thatpoint. She might have been around, but she had standards andneither of us fit into. Can you remember anything?" I tried, butall I found was the feeling of the transformation and then abrief something that I couldn't quite make out."No, not really. I'm hungry. I think that transformation or hersexual activity has tired me out. I'm about to pass out too. Howlong ago did the moaning stop?" I don't know. I fell asleep last.