You have an engagement ring and a wedding band."Frankie felt like a bride as he twirled in front of the mirror. He woretwo inch navy heels, practical ...aytime heels, nothing trampy, justclassy. Frankie was getting ready to meet with Gwen Bowers. They had metthree Thursdays ago and he had already filled a two-hour cassette withher story.Gwendolyn was a call girl who serviced the Upper East Side providingmarried men with an expensive experience on the wild side. She wasabsolutely gorgeous, a. "I knew when I saw you looking thru those clothes in the thrift shopthat you were fascinating, honey," he whispered in my ear...soft andlow, incessant and erotic, omg, omgHe continued, "You would be lovely in chiffon, and silk, and you mostcertainly have to wear stockings, maybe I have plans for you, see whatyou get from a seemingly harmless foray into the thrift shop."Then he suddenly stopped, fired up the car, and whisked us to a highrise apt building in the upper financial district, perhaps. After the coolness of his hands, his mouth felt like a hot furnace wrapped around my cock. He sucked on just the head for a short moment. Swirling his tongue around it. I had never had anyone pay attention to my cock like that in my life. I got harder than I had been in several years of straight sex. I am, by no means, what you would call well hung. In fact, average would be a more apt description. But, he took the entire length of my cock in one go. His nose touched my belly. And I felt the. I am now fairly certain that if my ex. had a happier childhood andhadn't run away from her Mother's home when she was seventeen, thechances are that she would not have wanted to get married when we wereso young and I would have realized the extent of my problems. Her motherwas spiteful and would not hesitate to hit her and showed her no love.This was partly inherited by my wife and was the reason I could notleave my children as a one parent family. She had a furnished room at myAunt's. I can.