Out here in the countryside, many of the larger bars and clubs had dancing and that was certainly social. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t know how ...o dance. I knew how to shuffle my feet to some of the fast music, and I knew how to hold onto Marianna and move my feet to a slow song, but in neither case would you consider that dancing. After some thinking, I remembered that R2C2 had a public night course in ballroom dancing. I checked it out with the registrar and sure enough there was a class. That evening she went home, her husband called and said he was working late... again. She decided to pamper herself. After a light dinner she ran a bubble bath, lit some candles and undressed. When the water was steaming hot just like she liked it, she eased herself into the tub. It felt good to melt away the tension of the work day, but he mind wandered back to HIM. Scott. What was it about him? That he just wouldn't give up? That he was absolutely beautiful and interested in her of all. Arranged as bait, not for just anyone, but for the man who had announced a certain desperation in life through his letters, Vera hoped that the costume be enough to embolden him to finish his flight into fantasy. Would he be pleased with what he saw? Would she inspire his imagination? Looking down at her hands, they reminded her of the past. Despite numerous trips to the tanning salon, her skin had remain as creamy white as it always been. Patiently perched on the front half of airline. This was the wildest fuck that I had ever had.And that too, I was fucked while I was dressed. My husband left me in that position and left the cabin. I was alone in the cabin, still tied and blindfolded. As soon as he left, I heard movement outside my cabin other than my husband. But luckily, no one came in.After some time, my husband returned to our cabin, untied me, and removed the blindfold. He then asked me to go and get freshened up. I first hugged him tight and smooched him, in a way.