“Hello, Mrs. Michaels, how are you? Are you enjoying the class so far?”“Please, call me Wendy. I’m enjoying it tremendously, it’s helping me...not want to mow people down with the grocery cart!”His laugh was so genuine, I started laughing too.“Tell me the concept of your story.”“It’s about a woman’s fantasy to join a swingers club, with her husband. She wants this fantasy of sex and raw animal behavior. She wants to make him watch her getting ravaged by another man.”I could tell he was surprised. My hand was blurring as I rubbed myself and oh my GOD I was cumming and telling him about it and demanding he never stop. Of course eventually he had to. If nothing else, there was a frantic scrambling to hastily wash each other off as the hot water disappeared. We had both taken cold showers in the field, obviously Mark much more than me, but neither of us had much enjoyed them. Even with a wonderful warm body scrubbing me, we were finally in a situation where we both wanted to be done and. To begin, pictures of her, at the times, are shown in the Gallery, "Getting Her Fuzzy Split, Yet, Again." Picture 1 was taken by Quinn, and 9 was taken in VungTau, at our first house. There was NOTHING under the dress but HER, and picture 8 was taken a few days after we returned from Germany, by the landlord's son.She worked as a "whore" for 24 days, in the "Steam and Cream." HER WORDS! I know some will call that "splitting hairs," but she was known as a Hostess, and/or a Call Girl in her time. We might just have to get you out there onImLive and CamContacts as well. Maybe you could make enough money toeventually quit that job you are so worried about keeping. Surely youwould like doing this much more than your exciting career in retail;wouldn't you?" she asked rhetorically. "Now, go get yourself and yourtoys washed up, and then report back here in your uniform. I need to doa few things here on your computer while you are gone."Tom just nodded mutely as his computer screen went black..