I pulled out of Angela and grabbed my clothes by the armful. The only course I could take was to head straight for my friend’s bedroom to hide out. ... heard the sound of voices from my hiding place and could do nothing but shit myself in fear. Obviously a man arriving home unexpectedly and who finds his buxom wife dressed like a common whore is going to be asking some pretty hard questions. The voices faded and I was in an agony of indecision about what to do next. Suddenly the bedroom door. She wanted to be an object. After a few emails back and forth, we decided to set up a session. She knocked at the door and I opened up, but took care to keep myself hidden behind the door. From behind the half opened door I told her to walk in, go forward a yard or so, and then to stop, telling her to not look to the side. I had put some curtains in the hallway of my apartment, so that the hallway was quite dark. She passed me and I closed the door behind her, commanding her not to turn. The other females that strolled along the bridges gave her that knowing look, that said,“I pity you; you simple fool, giving up your body with so little regard for youth and true love in exchange for mere tutoring and the bindings of older generation ways.”Annie shook it all off her disinterested shoulders and looked out at the splendid views of a city and citizens bustling with energy and confidence in their superiority over any other location or populace on the planet. The Eiffel Tower in the. As i undresed he came over and bent me over a table and quite roughly pulled my skirt and nix down. Let me check you are suitable he said and knelt down and preceded to sniff and finger my asshole. I was a bit taken by surprise but he said perfect- nice and clean ready for use shortly and sent me up to change. Inside the bag was a worn and heavily stained pair of knickers and fishnet stockings- very well worn stripper shoes a size small- a tatty top with slut writen on it and a cheap miniskirt.