I'm very vocal in bed so I was crooning, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes baby, fuck me, fuck me hard."After a couple of minutes of hard fucking the voice of a...man who was not my husband said, "God honey, you are one hot fuck."I opened my eyes and looked up into the face of a man I'd never seen before."Henry said I was going to love you, that you were a magnificent piece of ass and he was right. Shove that pussy at me honey."I was confused. Henry was my husband's name. Did he send this guy up to fuck. I open his wardrobe and there i saw lots of dresses , sari blouse petticoat gown, bikinis, skirts and many other costumes but they all are packed like no one had ever open it. First i removed all my clothes then i started thinking what to wear. I choose a red bra and panty. I like the softness of panty i found it difficult to wear bra but then i managed. My body is smooth when i looked in mirror i like myself in bra and panty. Then i wear a pair of stockings and micro mini skirt and blouse.. I closed my eyes and saw that Serbian cocksucker's face as he'd spoken to barely three hours ago; smooth, precise in his phrasing, an iron fucking fist in a silk glove, his forefinger deftly punctuating his words."This guy's your friend?" my companion whispered noncommittally as we waited.I answered with a tight nod, catching him in the periphery of my vision—a truly massive guy, well over six feet, a loose fitting Italian suit that did nothing to disguise his heavily muscled bulk. He hadn't. As he thought about her doing the same to her shirt and bra, her hands moved with no hesitation to bend to his every wish and whim. It seemed stronger when he didn't speak his demands. He hungrily took in the sight of his naked, worthless, selfish lab partner. Her skin was as pale and smooth as porcelain. Her breasts a full perky 32DDD. Her nipples as pink as strawberries. Her tears worth every drawn out degrading second. After all, even she thought she had left him for dead. For that she would.