Dress yourself, bring me my coffee and prepare breakfast. Igot out of bed with a smile, the skirt and blouse were in their place andthe lingerie was a...ready sorted out.Since my hair was not long enough yet for Miss Cummings, I had to wear awig. I couldn't wait for my hair to grow long enough and receive a perm,but patience was required.Dressing is the best part of the day. Although we just had steaming sex,I was aroused again. The panty, the stockings, the garter, a delight itwas. I was taught. "Nothing, my dear. Just the pleasure of making you suffer and bleed and finally seeing a new and wonderful woman emerge from it all, purified in the fierce and cleansing heat of suffering. That will be reward enough, believe me!" Bleed?" asked Penny, rather apprehensively."Purely figurative! Don't fret!"Purely figurative it was for the first few weeks. Penny became ever more skilled in all the moves involved in the sport of kickboxing, but never once did her fist land on that ever moving and. The room had a large bed in the corner and the rest was bare. I planned to go back to the room later, when the crowd came.To kill time, I went to the television room, where they were playing an X-rated gay video of a black guy fucking a twink. I was laying back on the raised floor, stroking my cock. I was only wearing the towel that was issued to you when you entered. The rest of my clothes were in the locker. There was a couple of other guys around my age of 40, laying on the carpet. Not knowing what to say.. So I sat next to her,, comforting her with my hands on her shoulder and said ” its alright,, m sorry too.. You are married and I should not have done that”..All of sudden,, we both moved to each other.. She grabbed my shirt.. And we were smooching like mad lovers. I threw away her dupatta..,, she pulled my shirt so hard that buttons flew away breaking apart.. And she was feeling my chest. I was not knowing how to take out the kameez.. So she helped and took it off...