'I'm not pretty.''True, at the moment you look like something the cats dragged in, but being agirl has its compensations.''Like what?''Like being able...to slap on a bit of makeup to hide the cracks. So are you goingto sit there feeling sorry for yourself or are we going out to turn you from astill slightly pissed and hung over duckling and turn you into a glamorousswan.''Quack.'2And so it was, within an hour I was walking hesitantly into the SALON OF DOOM.I been scrubbed clean and was dressed in. One more time wouldn't matter. She had become a common whore and she stared blindly ahead wanting only to get the awful ordeal over with. There was nothing else she could do."You will enjoy my little surprise, dear. All my visitors do--though some not as much as others. But I think you will. You seem to have a special sensitivity that comes to the surface under certain circumstances. We will provide those circumstances for you. You will see, I will not disappoint you."He licked his lips as he. I desperately wanted to be a trophy wife that weekend to be shown off as a major prize and dressed the part.I was wearing a full length Black wet look evening dress. This thing clung to me like a second skin.It had thin straps at the top, which did their best to restrain my ample bosom.To ensure my figure was enhanced perfectly, below the dress I was wearing a strapless black lace Basque.Attached to this were sheer seamed stockings and I'd made the decision not to wear any panties.Beautiful. ..Yes Ginger had adick.Ginger had long fingernails that were tapered at the tips and polished abrilliant red. They were longer than most women would feel comfortablewearing in public, but Ginger wasn't a woman and she did not care whatother people thought that saw her, she did it for Robert. She ran herfingers through her husband's hair as he continued stroking her erectionwith his lips in the up and down motion that was bringing so muchphysical stimulation as she read her book. Ginger's bare.