He turned to hide his shame from the twowomen and put one hand on the bed as he struggled to slip one high-heeled foot through the leg opening of the ...anties."Oh Frankie," Valerie exclaimed as she put a hand out to steady theyoung man. "You've had so much practice wearing heels. Do you need morepractice putting on your panties?"Frankie shook his head. "No, no, I know how to put on panties. I don'tneed to practice," he said, fearing what more panty practice mightentail. Maybe I just need to. That's when I felt my breath escape me. The woman in the heels was walking towards our door. The clicking stopped, and I could hear the swiping of the key, the door opened, and then my wife entered. I quickly acted like I was asleep as she got undressed and slipped into bed. She was asleep in moments and I laid there, my head swirling with thoughts of 'did she just have sex with her black boss?' Or did I make a mistake in what I heard? Could it have been a different woman who left as she was. She was shy as she saw me looking at her and covered herself with the blanket kept near her. I had a hard-on by what I saw and I told her ‘its absolutely normal to masturbate and it’s a natural need of every individual.’ I came in the compartment and closed the door and locked it behind. I came near her and pulled the blanket to have a better view of her. She felt a bit shy but I pulled her close and started to kiss her on her lips. She responded back to me and we had a long passionate kiss. She strode proudly toward the entrance pulling her obedient humiliation slut by the hand. I stumbled along trying to keep up while not stepping out of my flip flops.Once inside she headed toward the restroom. She stopped at the entrance. “Wait here. I have to pee.” She instructed.“I’ll go with you. I need to go too.” I replied and started to walk into the restroom.“No. Not yet. You can pee later. Wait here like I told you.”I stopped and leaned against the wall as she entered the restroom. How.