I'm Sorry!When I opened the door, I was greeted by the site of Ginger standing in the hall wearing an old pair of frilly pastel blue panties, that wer... way too small, and her training bra. Her fat belly hung over the top of the panties, and her thick thighs had split the sides open."What the fuck you call that?" I sneared. "You can lose the bra,Ginger. That's just fat. You ain't got tits yet." I growled. "The panties too, before you lose feeling in your feet." I Said I was Sorry! Why are you. I decided not to concoct a story. I'm not his wife. I just agreed to be his slave for a fortnight to raise funds for charity." I spoke the words boldly knowing the ladies in the surrounding seats would hear. Before many minutes had passed the whole coach knew of my status.Doreen tried to find out more. "What do you do for a living then?" she asked in a seemingly genuine way."Customer support at Henderson Insurance Company. We say we're call-girls." Possibly I said that a little louder as I was. He tells the guys to come over to her and to introduce their hands and fingers to her body. I watch as the 4 guys grope, pinch and finger fuck my wife. She seems to be enjoying the attention. Dave then says it is going to be a long night and they are to start at the Stirrups. He tells them to settle down and sit somewhere they can watch. He goes to a draw and pulls out a box which he carries over my wife. The first thing he does is to rub gel all around my wife’s pussy and ass hole. She shivers. ” I wanted to cross the line, just.This girl was attracting me more towards herself. She was friendly, she was open-minded, she was interesting.She smiled as she started. “I had a someone when I was 19, it was fun and games until I stopped having sex with him. He was 30, a father and was widowed. I worked for his neighbour” her lips turning upside down as she spoke.And as she continued, I realized how that guy used her and why she was always so reserved. She was scared that it might happen.