Deborah talked to me in private and I asked her if Dad was regularly scratching her itch. She found it quite amusing and told me that she no longer ha... the uncontrollable itch — that somehow it was being regularly scratched. I wished her the best, although I still wanted a share of the man I loved.Dad said, "I had a call from your mother. She's doing well in her therapy and her exercise regimen and plans to stay there for a while longer. She'll be calling you, too. Someday, she will come to get. ?"You know this is what you want, honey..."Margaux said as she lit a cigarette and began stabbing it on my sad, bulging penis.??"I was just an adoring wifie when you told me about your perverted desires to have me cheat and torture you...Not that I'd go back now, life is waay too much fun!"?Margaux giggled as I screamed in pain, and punched me lightly in the balls. "You just love it, don't you babe...this is one weird fetish of yours, but I don't mind!"?This was true. Margaux wasn't especially. Wow! I cannot describe the situation. It was like having small oranges full in your mouth but these were more soft and sweet. Then I slowly started removing her skirt and then asked her to stand. Here goes the skirt on the ground and she was in her panties only. By now she was fully aroused so I too off her panty and started touch her thighs and then went to her lovely hairless pussy. Yes, amazingly she had very less hair very negligible. So then, I had to prepare her for the first fuck of her. We open the box and see a pair of red thigh high boots. My first thought is not, come fuck me boots, it's I'm a whore boots. I tell you that they are not for you. You ask me if you can try them on. I let you. You walk about the store and I know you want them. They do look good on you but I don't like the message they send. I look at the front of the store and there are a few men looking in at you. I think to myself that I could make a lot of money off you. I shake that thought from my head, but.