Several laces over her stomach seemed to work like the laces of a corset. Paloma pulled the laces tighter and tighter, feeling her waist clinch and th... ropes slid around her belly, pulling the dress tighter onto her body, before finally knotting them closed. She then pulled on the elbow-length gloves, tied the lace choker in a knot in front of her throat, and slid the tiara/headpiece over her head. Finally, she stepped into the four-inch high-heeled shoes - significantly taller than anything. She eat with a relish, he didn’t comment but it did give him the impression that a good meal was welcome. “How did you come?” he asked after the meals were finished. “I came by bus. I live in ‘Lower Parks’”, she said. He knew ‘Lower Parks’ was an old suburb that was one of the first ‘housing commission’ estates and was down the scale for employment and investment, most if not all were on welfare and it was also the dumping ground for the new arrivals, mainly refugees. That hadn’t always been. My sweet wife, (or sweet slut as I would now have called her) had cock in every hole. The young guys were working their magic wonderfully, thrusting into her body with practised ease so that at no time was her body empty of meat. Mary was groaning deeply around the cock in her mouth and I could tell that her orgasms were coming so fast that they seemed to all melt into one long climax.The younger of the three guys, that was currently drilling my wife's mouth and throat, came first. I thought. She smiled modestly and looked at me with her pretty green eyes. “How can I do to repay you?” she asked. “There has to be something I can do. I mean it. Isn’t there something I can do, uhhh we can do?” she asked. We can do, I asked myself. What the hell does that mean? I’m her mother’s age and she wants to do something with me? Huh, like in you and I do “something together?” Uh uhhh, no way girl I told myself. You are way, way too young for me although I’d love to do it. I’d love to lay you.