He left. I went into the bathroom dragging my clothes with me and with one look in the mirror my mind said you look like a trailer whore after a night...of fucking the neighborhood. I had cum caked from my waist to my thighs. My blonde bush was tangled and matted, below the lips of my pussy were swollen and bright red. All traces of makeup were gone; my hair was tangled and I realized there was no way I could repair myself enough to fool my husband when I went back into the club.I begin to work. I prefer small feet to big, but seeing my naked boss' feet in my condition made me wonder if this was all a dream. ?Lets do her first,? said the blond, as she went to a cabinet behind the tables. ?What?? asked Annie angrily. ?What are you doing? Why am I all oiled?? The blond came back into view with rope. ?What the fuck, now?? yelled Annie, half sitting up on the table as she saw the rope. ?Lay down!? came the barking order of the boss. ?Lay down,. My dad wasn't too awful upset about it, he had just gotten remarried and had focused most of his attention, and I'm sure his energy, into my new stepmother. Thus started my yearly visits back "home" in the summer. Every year, I would spend a month or two at my dad's house. He worked most of the time I was there so I spent most of my time watching Monty Python or reading in his big tree-shaded backyard. When I was 15, I was given the ok to take walking trips to the college campus and surrounding. We are enjoying our love like every other young married couple. Meanwhile, I was also always in touch with Siya and was constantly chatting or talking to her on phone. She always wanted to hear what is happening between me and Vaani and encourages me to have a healthy relationship with her and also initiate something towards Tanya, my other wife, also. Vaani was also supportive of this and finally, she took the steps and made us take over the phone. She was indeed a sweet girl and loved very.