All Emily really cares about is not having other women doing things with Brenda. She wouldn't mind Brenda fucking other guys, just not other women. Sh... sees Brenda doing things with other women being the same as Brenda cheating on her. That's been a big part of her problem ever since we started doing this thing with all the other wives. Every time we added another wife, it just got that much worse for Emily." She didn't complain about it. She stayed with us for all that time. If it bothered her. The three girls hung their heads in shame. they were all wearing tartain miniskirts and white see through blouses with no bras, stockings held up with garters (which were on full display) and lacy underwear.‘if youlike looking like prostitutes so much, then i am going to treat you like them,’ she said. there was a knock at the door and miss woode let them in. it was two older pupils, dressed almost exactly as the others, only more.‘ah girls you are right on time to help me teach these girls a. I made my way back to the bar, grabbed a drink and settled into a comfy chair. The room was mostly full of men. Old and young. There were a few couples quietly talking to each other and also scanning the room. I was the only single female there. I suddenly felt like I imagine a rabbit must feel like when confronted with a pack of dogs. As I sat sipping my vodka an older gentleman came over to talk to me. He was nice to chat to, but I knew I wasn't interested in fucking him. I planned on taking. It was a late summer day close to lunch time and I had spent all week waiting for my boyfriend at the times’ cock. I had been suffering every hour of everyday. Then as soon as I had finished my lunch he told me innocently that he wanted to ride up to the park and walk around and talk…just to get away. Even as mad as I was because he didn’t want to stay here and give me what I wanted, I reluctantly agreed to go, threw on my shoes fixed my hair and got in his car. Once we got there we walked.