One was even titled "I am your cum slut". I glanced at that cover only for a moment and put it away. Later I collected all dirty magazines and threw t...em out. That night I was laying in bed half asleep next to my passive husband. I couldn`t fall asleep, I kept on seeing that cover of the magazine in front of me. A woman with that humiliating sign on her chest. I was thinking about her happy face and it was turning me on, I was jealous and curious. I got up, went down stairs and took that. The anticipation I guess. He couldn’t settle to anything and couldn’t even suckle me properly – so I was uncomfortably full all day. When we were at home getting ready, I started to put on evening trousers with the smock but Mark stopped me saying “no hun, just the top. Let Gary see what he’s getting eh?” So there I was – high heels and a smock top that just skimmed my bottom, with quite obviously, no panties underneath. My large, milk-filled, heavy breasts were hardly contained in the low-cut. Which brings us back to dinner. I had wrapped the leftover slices ofpizza in foil when I heard Gwen coming up behind me, the click-clack ofher heels echoing on the kitchen tile. "You know, babe, I'll neverunderstand why you don't get changed right when you get home," I saidover my shoulder as I loaded the dishwasher. "I mean, I know that outfitisn't comfortable."Gwen was dressed in what was a typical ensemble for days she had to go tocourt. Today it was a suit with a simple black jacket and. He did not come to work yesterday so he likely left town Thursday evening. Very little is missing from his room, and I have not found anyone who saw him depart. Of course, he may have been done in and is floating down river, feeding the fishes." He own a horse, a rig?" I do not think so. I've inquired at the local hitch stables. No one rented him a horse. I talked to most of the ostlers and know that for a fact. His landlady does not recall a horse or buggy. The liverymen do say he sometimes.