Mere paas poore shabd nahi hai apni bhavnaon ko vyakt karne ke liye. Mere samne baith kar unhone mera hath apne hath me liya aur apne garam honth mere... honthon par rakh diye. Mere pati ke roop me ye unka pahla chumban tha. Hum ne ek garam aur gahra chumban poora kiya to wo bole – ” Julee…….. Tum ko dekh kar to aisa lagta hai jaise aaj hum pahli baar mil rahen hai. Tum to bilkul nai dulhan ki tarah sharma rahi ho. Par mujhe achha laga.Main boli – Pata nahi kyon, jab se maine agni ke samne tumhara. Her eyes met with the not so inspiring sight of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure child, his breath carrying the odor of liquor and his chest heaving in monotonous regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her full frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a thin white blouse without a bra and a loosely tied petticoat which settled about six inches below her deep navel, she dragged her voluptuous body out of bed towards the bathroom,. She applied the bright red nail polish to my fingers and toes and sat there as it dried. She got up and found me a nice wig from her collection: black, short bangs and shoulder length. Then the fun part began. She had me put on the skinny jeans, the brown boots and a nice blouse. She then helped me with my make-up, making me look really slutty, with a lot of eye shadow, deep red but bright lips and put the wig on and allowed me to admire myself in the mirror. As I saw myself I felt my cock push. Sometimes he let other men use me. Some time he just beat me, using different whips and things. Front, back, sides, even the soles of my feet, anywhere he felt like. He even put things in me while he beat me. I learned to cum from the pain. Finally, he sent two men to kill me, and dispose of my body. Roger stopped them, and took me away from there. I've been a long time recovering."Amber finally stopped. There were tears running down her cheeks. Her makeup was a mess, and her body was.