Resigned, Khadeem paced the hotel room he had arranged to stay at. He couldn’t sleep until he had his wife back where she belonged, by his side. —... She was home. Leanna marveled at the fact that her plan had worked. As she drove towards her home in NJ in the car she rented she kept thanking god that she had gotten away. She was just liking it there way to much. She didn’t know why Khadeem had wanted to buy her, let alone marry her. She had never considered herself attractive, in middle school. Good thing I did a lot of push-ups when I was young, my arms were up to the task of getting up on top of the stall wall. Of course the bonus was that with my shoes out of view, and me at the back of the stall, I was pretty much invisible to a casual onlooker. I balanced my belly on the wall and poked my head out further. Finally I saw what was going on. Or getting off, more like.She was nice looking -- black hair, frilly yellow blouse gaping open, medium tits, smooth legs. Her panties were out. A random evening, I received a message of a man who I had gotten to know on a website a few weeks ago and we sent photos to each other, said to him that I really liked what I saw, his cock was so nice and big, we talked about meeting each other but I was not quite sure since I had never had sex with a man before, he said he really wanted to meet me, he asked me about when we could meet and I said again that I was not sure but maybe a week or two we can meet if a dare. He said he would send a. Suddenly I was nervous but managed to tell him, "Now I've chosen to be your wife, but now you are going to have to go slow with me. I'm still not totally sure what I've agreed to here. My heart and apparently my cock, seem to have answered for me, but my mind isn't making the jump quite as well. So am I just supposed to suddenly become a woman now? Don a pair of high heels, dab some lipstick on, and plant a wig on my head? Perhaps I need to pull on some nylons and garters and proceed to give.