She didn't look completely normal by any stretch of the imagination, but she was close enough not to attract most attention. She was also strong and t...ugh, which allowed her to deal with any trouble. In my natural state I couldn't pass for normal, everything about me screamed freak. Much as this new life had brought me some measure of happiness, with friendship and freedom, it was at the cost of forever looking in the mirror and seeing the twisted body I wore. If people saw me for what I was,. I again whispered to my wife that now she had two men staring at her lovely exposed breasts. I noticed that this point she began to squirm in her seat, and in doing so her wrap around skirt had opened an exposed her legs to point just slightly above the tops of her black seemed stockings. When this happened the man who had first been looking at her breasts also unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. His was white and a bit smaller than the black man's, however, his cock was hard as a rock,. “Did you cum?” she swallowed hard. “I came did you cum for me?” We wrapped up our phone sex date by setting up a real one. I was gonna pick her up at the train station Tuesday after her class, we both had off that night. We went to the park, just walked around and talked. She wore a traditional garb. A sari I think it's called. Layers of sheer blue fabric wrapped her bust and hips, and hung down below her knees. Off shoulder, low on her inviting line of cleavage and bare around her middle and. He thanked her and said that after the initial six he would remove the blindfold and they would attach the pegs as targets as she wished but that the first six were for his enjoyment only and they would be hard and fast. Now her tongue licked nervously across her lips as she waited for the first caress of the leather. The stroke when it did come, wrapping itself with a crack around her shoulders the pain like fire caused her to gasp loudly, before she could regain her breath the second.