Not.Aaarrggghhh! Dumbass, I was wearing a red dress too. Red was the twin sister of the “little black dress.” How many could there be? Too many. W... decided to divide and conquer. We each ordered a drink from the bar and then mixed and mingled, asking leading questions that would hopefully reveal our mystery dates from the wannabes.I ruled out singles and couples that were already chatting with others and zeroed in on a couple standing together alone at the end of the bar, nearest the door. My. I think she was so caught up in the moment that the little slip went right over her head. We turned and continued up the stairs and to our room. It was time to consummate our marriage.What do you expect me to say? Do you think I will list all the little wonders of my new wife's body? Do you think I will go into detail and explain the different positions we tried? Well ... I'm sorry, but that is just not me. I believe those are very personal things and that they should remain locked in the. " was the reply with a smile.Sharon cursed her luck and really didn't hear what the salesgirl said next."So what's your pleasure this afternoon." she repeated. "I think he just walked out that door."Sharon said under her breath. Then she replied in a louder tone. "I'm still really not sure, maybe you can suggest something." Certainly." came a cheery reply. "Can I interest you in a vibrator?" Hmmm." Sharon murmured as she looked down at the samples. "I actually have one of those, and all of. .dreams of lurid, shameless transvestite sex, dressed as a hooker,sucking off a procession of men, of being exhibited naked, auctioned off tothe highest bidder...and in the background, always, controlling everything,stood Richard...I awoke as the orgasm ripped through me, soaked in sweat, moaning, thrashingand franticly masturbating, feelings of dread and shame and desire minglinginto one. What on earth was happening to me?I finished work early the next day and went straight to my local major.