.Leah, my wife, met me at the door when I got home. She was wearing the same lingerie she wore on our wedding night. Her red hair was done in long flo...ing curls, perfectly framing the beautiful face I looked at while I said my vows. Her shoulders and collarbone were bare. She wore a white corset that pushed up her ample breasts. Carrying a few more pounds now than our wedding night, I could see the edges of her pink nipples as her breasts threatened to spill out.My cock tried to grow in its. It made me a little pissed off because that was the sort of thing I had preferred to keep to myself even in this terrible situation.A horrible looking old woman with practically no teeth in her mouth and sporting a pair of withered bags on her chest which must have once been proud breasts pissed on my still bound foot just to show the others that my whole body was cursed with the "white" sickness that must have been a punishment for bad behavior of the entire outside world. For the very first. The main building dated from the Elizabethan period and had been extensively restored and converted according to the prospectus. A young woman, who said her name was Carol Simpson, met her in the entrance hall. Allison was taken down a wood paneled hallway; at the end of the hall there were two doors. One was marked ‘Headmaster’s Offices’ and the other ‘Punishment Room’. The secretary opened the office door and let Allison into the outer office where she was offered tea or coffee. “The. I felt like a cheap woman”“C’mon don’t dramatise. You look very pretty in that. And moreover lots of women wear that.After all we are going to a night club, not to some temple or church”“ok, and how do we recognize him” “He will be holding a packet of condoms in his hand” I said“whaaat “ exclaimed my wife“just joking” I laughed “This is no joke” Uma said sternly “We are just meeting him and coming back. Don’t you fool around then, ok ?”“ok, my shweetie pie” I cajoled her “don’t get worked up so.