Anne said she did not mind being naked when Paul came to the house, being inspected and being shaved by Paul. She would have to think about having som...one she did not know meeting her while she was naked.It took a week for Anne come to terms with Paul's requests. She asked Matt if he was OK with her modeling for both men. Matt told her she could do what she wanted to do. The only stipulation is that Matt will be present for her modeling session. Anne asked Matt if he was OK with her exposing. So opposite to her complete beauty. "Susan, this is..." I began to speak, but was cut off. She looked at the stain on my pants and smirked, "Stop pretending, Ken. You want to be his cock sucker just like my husband is and you want your hot wife to be his slut since you can never give her the pleasure he will." I was speechless both because of her words, which were frustratingly true, and the blunt way she was speaking to me. She walked over to me, scooped a big wad off her face and held it in. I was unusually shy now, and just nodded at the stranger. ‘Very pleased to meet you Raj,’ Mrs. Sharma began, ‘your Shilpa aunt’s been telling me all about you.’ I turned to Shilpa aunty with a real look of concern on my face. Don’t worry, Raj,’ said Shilpa aunty. ‘Mrs. Sharma and I are good friends, very, very good friends, if you catch what I mean.’ she continued, with one of those dirty grins passing over her lips. She visits me when you uncle is away on business trip, just to make me happy. You were supposed to be my friend. But all these years, you’ve been a secret lesbian slut, lusting after me.” I shuddered at the thought, but I couldn’t stop touching my body. The flesh bulged out between my spread fingers as I squeezed my tit hard. Part of me willed her to wake up and say those words. Even with the shame, and the rejection, at least I could finally stop pretending. I could stop being Abigail the prude, and start being Abigail the slut. I’d wear skimpy tops and miniskirts every.