"Ok? I was a bit confused."The truth of the matter is I'm a bit a princess. You obviously noticedby the car and condo I have money or should I say my ...amily has money.Honestly I really don't have what you would call a job." She laughed."I'm an artist." She shrugged.I just stared at her for a second then I looked back into the living roomthrough the French doors. The one painting I saw on the way out wasn'tthe only one I then recognized as a Stedwig from the artists onlinegallery on the back. My sexy but self conscious wife reluctantly agreed to let me “dress” her for three days while we attended concerts out of town together. It all began when I noticed that several music acts we both enjoyed were performing on three consecutive days in venues quite close to each other, but none of them near where we lived. Julie really loves live music so this was shaping up as an ideal situation. I had already been saving up small favors that she owed me, so I suggested to Julie that it would be. Charles later took me to his bed for a long fucking session. I was pretty sure that it wouldn’t be our last but we both acted like it was, fucking each other for ages until we both fell asleep with exhaustion. *****My last morning in Charles’ and Andrea’s house and possibly my last morning getting woken by Charles’ cock going in and out of my vagina.After breakfast I got my things together, including the clothes and other gifts that Andrea and Charles had bought me, and loaded the Range Rover.. After about fifteen minutes of walking, we reached our destination…a Porn Shop. We both entered the store and began looking around. The obviously gay guy at the counter nodded a curt hello. We quickly found ourselves in the BDSM aisle in the back of the store. There wasn’t a whole lot there that was inexpensive, or couldn’t be improvised with something else. The cashier came over to us a few minutes later as we were the only ones in the store. “Can I help you with something…maybe you want.