" Abigail went on eyeing whatglimpses she could of the concealed pebble as Sammie ignored her,walking up and down, pretending to be her and making an ...ncannilyaccurate job of it. The disguise, as it were, was creepily complete. Itwasn't a costume in any way. Sammie really had become a grown woman;had become her; from the skirt and shoes to the hairstyle and glasses;even her handbag. She let him enjoy the experience, then as the scratchof impatience overcame her she said, "Okay Sammie. It's time. She opened her legs and I came over and started licking her pink pussy with my tongue. As, I touched my tongue on her pussy door, she sounded sisisisisisis slowly, slowly, baby.I will be your till Monday, handle me roughly, wildly, rape me darling. Her awful sound was making me horny and I was licking hard very hard. My tongue was inside her pussy and it was making her wet. I kept my two fingers in her asshole and pushing hard. She whispered, oh, my God! It’s awesome and caught my neck into her. He tightened the device so it sat on me snuggly and padlocked it closed.“I decide when this comes off. It might help you appreciate what I do for you.”He walked out of the bedroom to hide the key. When he came back he had a skirt and singlet vest in his hands.“Put these on for our walk.”I slid the skirt on. It was flippy and very short, barely covering my now reddened arse. I pulled the vest over my pert breasts and tucked it into the skirt. It was almost see-through. Despite the balmy evening,. "I got bored one day. Which is nutty, Honey, because I am so busy all week with my job and my family. You met my husband Pete at the conference welcome breakfast yesterday.” “Nice guy.”“Sometime early last year, I took a vacation day by myself, no husband, no kids. I clicked on a women's health news article and stumbled onto a thread about lonely housewives, despite my not being lonely or a housewife. And boom, a treasure trove of women like me in their 40s. Not just sharing naked pics of.