I have a long story to tell you and I am afraid that when I am done, our marriage might end.”“I can’t believe that. I really cannot imagine that...you would do something so bad that it would make us walk away.”“I lied to both of you. I married you under false information. I have a police record from when I was a minor. It is for prostitution. I didn’t have Dara when I was 18, I had her when I was 14. I am not 40, I am 36. My father raped me on my 14th birthday. He had some of his friends over for. Next thing we know I am opening the door and he follows me in and we embrace again before we both fall onto the bed.This is the passion I remember when I was nineteen. The rush. The trembling with excitement and anticipation.My heels have fallen from my feet and Dale is pulling my tight denim jeans down, along with my sensible white cotton panties. He is kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed and pulls my now naked legs over his shoulder and his mouth is zeroing in on my waxed pussy.. I always expect an answer to direct questions. Next to where he kicked off his shoes and socks I have a pair of sexy red heels, in his size, waiting. I kneel to slip them gingerly on his feet. My own short skirt riding up my thighs, the air caressing my bare pussy. ‘I adore my pretty slut. Pamper you, make you so pretty. Don’t I?’ My hands run up my slave’s smooth legs. From his high heeled feet, to his muscled thighs. As I stand my hand cups his silk covered cock. He moans I as stroke his. “I meant, while you were back in your clothes!”“Oh! Well, it was very warm and sweaty,” Sandra joked.“And probably, very itchy!”“How do you know that?”“I once went without clothes for two weeks,” Shirley said. “And I can remember how itchy my clothes were when I put them back on.”“You did?” Sandra asked, sounding a little shocked and surprised.“Not just anywhere, of course,” Shirley explained. “It was at a nudist camping side, and they had everything there. So, you could stay there without the.