Whenever she called me for having food at her home, I tried to wear tight track pants and visit her so that I can show her my bulge.Whenever I went to...her home, she would make me sit in her living room and have a normal chat regarding things like corona, my studies, or what I did the previous day, etc before proceeding for food. I made sure that I showed her my bulge when I was sitting in the living room.After two to three days, I caught her looking at my bulge through the corner of my. It might help matters.Pauline summoned her strength and walked over, stopping exactly where I had indicated. She stood up straighter and seemed to recapture some of her dignity. I looked for physical signs of the previous two month's stress on her and found none, as usual.There were plenty of almost-physical signs. From outward appearances, it was a little hard to tell if she was putting on weight or just wearing an extra layer of clothes. Her face didn't look any worse for wear, but yet it. “Leave them.” I bark “Everyone should know what kind of girl you are little slut.”The man nods at me, smiling.“Anytime you want a free show, just bring the little whore along,” he says grinning happily.We go into the cinema; it is dark inside except for a pool of light cast by the fire exit signs. By this light we can see about a dozen men sitting in various part of the theatre. On the screen is a giant image of a large breasted black girl being double penetrated by two white men while sucking. The way Hubby had worked so hard to satisfy the two of us. Hubby probably felt duty bound after the other night when s*s and I did all we could to please him.The first memory that popped up in my mind was Hubby caressing s*s’ breasts and sucking at her nipples: taking first one breast in his mouth, then the other. Watching his lips pull on her taut, dark, leathery nipples was incredible. It seemed like he kept at it for hours, teasing s*s in the most delightful manner, first the one then the.