. uh, only lasted a few seconds. I think I passed out. I'm not used to anything like that," she confessed."Even from the short time I've been here, it...seems like sex is frequently the topic of conversation," Charlotte allowed. "And I'm not talking about us, either. Can't imagine why sex would be in the forefront of their thoughts," she finished with a giggle.Ada glanced at her watch. "It's only a few minutes after six. Shall we check out the kitchen? It would be nice to have at least some. It was a strange sight to see, my pale wife with his dark hand in between her breasts and kneading her stomach.“Yes, much better.” Leaving her while smiling he went into the back of the store and returned a short while later with a new outfit, top and bottom.“This one should be a good fit.” He says handing her the top. Quickly my wife tries it on, then the shop keep hands her the bottom while he is standing in between her and the changing room. “Well hurry girl, I don’t have all day.”. That evening he asked me to wait back in the office. I waited knowing that in some time I was going to be taken against my wishes by a strange man. I had no choice I remembered that.He came to my desk and asked me to come with him. We left in his car which he turned to the outskirts of the city. There he stopped the car in front of a seedy looking hotel and took me inside.It was a typically quickie motel where men like him took women like me or couples yet to be married came to sate. Have some coffee and a croissant,then shower and dress, we haven't got long."Inhaling the sweet scents of the bathroom and drying myself with agloriously fluffy pink towel, I slipped on my chosen magnolia panties, yetagain embroidered with my name across where my pussy lay, and then fastenedmy bra. By now I was quite accustomed to putting on my make-up, and, ofcourse, today I only needed a light touch. The only problem I had was withmy hair, which, in the daylight, looked an absolute mess. I.