We seldom spoke and when we did the conversation was always degraded to the same conversation. I would tell her that it wasn’t her fault and that ... should have never let it have gone so far. She would shake her head and say ‘NO’, she talked me into letting him take her into the parking lot, it’s her fault, she’s stupid, she’s a fucking slut who got what she deserved. I tried to be supportive especially since I knew my own thoughtless complicity in her attack, but my encouragement and. He smiled. "Follow me today," he said.So when he got off at the next stop, I did so as well. I didn't know where we were going but I was too excited to do anything else. I followed him up to the street, and then a few blocks further to an apartment building. It was a nice building but didn't have a doorman. Once in the elevator he turned to me, put his hand down to my crotch and unzipped my pants. He touched my hard cock in the panties, then leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I had never done. Sally came downstairs pulling Steve out of his walk down memory lane. For their next guest, she was all in black leather. A waistcoat, with a deep scoop top and lacing across the front opening, showed off most of her breasts, pushing them up and out. A leather thong did little to cover her pussy. From the top of her lips, it was barely visible, mainly due to the fact they were still swollen from the session with Len and John less than half an hour ago. The thigh length leather boots had. Karen got up a little early so she could take a good showerFor the day. When she stepped out the shower I dried her off. I then did my routine of rubbing her down with body lotion. She was very soft and smelled good. This is the way I wanted her to smell and feel for the black painters. I then rubbed her nipples with nipple crème. I then pinched them a little so they be poking out. I handed my wife a matching pair of panties and bra. Lacy black was the color I picked out. It will look good.