Nobody is going to hear you crying, not even your hubby”.That horrible man said, as he devoured my body with his eyes full of lust…Looking past hi... and out the car I could see what he meant. He had stopped in a park somewhere and it was quite dark outside. No houses or shops in sight. The worst matter was what I could see. His trousers were down and his cock was up. "What do you think you are doing?" I yelled in rage at him."Just helping you out, babe, your hubby will not be much good to you. You only notice their presence when you sense them looking out of the window over your shoulder. You're about to reclineback into your seat when you hear my whisper, instructing you not to turn around. Pretend not to know me, I tell you and sit back myself as the stewardess approaches to take my own drink order. I reach underneath the seat in front of me and retrieve a pad from the black computer bag that I've stashed there. As the stewardess places my beer on the small tray at the end of my. I was sick to mystomach...sick of pretending to be a woman...sick of Ron...sick of my entirefucking life...I staggered back to the bathroom and was violently sick.I kneeled, naked, on the cold marble floor, retching my guts out. WhenI was finally done, I walked forlornly back to the bedroom. Ron wasnowhere to be seen. In despair, I hurled my wig across the room, threwmyself into bed, and collapsed into a restive sleep. * * *The next morning, I was up early. I'd slept in my makeup, so my. Well, things get exciting, I have been writing stories in ISS for close to a year, should have written some 10 stories, never thought this would lead me anywhere, it was for just fun, I wrote this,I got a mail, in my personal account, asking for my no, I usually avoid sharing my nos to strangers, I didn’t reply, after two days, what I got is a detailed mail, and pictures of her, name is Richa, a Bengali, working as Vp in a Investment banking, lady was sheer delight, she is aged 36, having an.