"Don't worry, they won't all be that hard slut. Just one to show you how it will be next time you displease me - showing yourself to strangers - you ...whore! You belong to me, remember that." I wondered if you had remembered that this was my first time - had I not told you often enough in our messages to each other - perhaps I had given you the wrong impression, perhaps........ It was too late for all this, you were pulling me to my feet. Over the closet door were straps, you pushed me. When Mustapha held me in his arms and kissed my belly(which I now thought of as a full-blown sexual organ), I felt as if someentity was growing inside of me. I felt as if I was pregnant. Not with areal baby of course, but with a vortex of tender, motherly love churninginside of me. My belly, although distended, was warm and smooth at thetouch. My belly button was jutting out as happens to a pregnant womanwhen her belly bulges out. I had mood swings, typical of hormone surges,and the definite. We started talking about showing her off more, maybe bring a friend in to fuck her with me, I mentioned Roger and she was all for it, he's the friend that took me to Stan's. Roger was all for it, he was married at time and came over the following Wednesday evening to see if I was serious, Veronika let him in wearing her heels, thigh highs,french bra and a smile turned into hottest night of our marriage to date. He became a regular joining us, would even stop just for a blow job once in a while.. Carol felt sure that she could sense a tension in Anne.‘Are these all right to wear Anne?’‘They look fantastic. Nice and tight on your legs and backside.’Carol smiled back at her, enjoying her by obvious power and attraction over Anne.Carol looked Anne squarely in the eyes and slid out the slacks she had only just put on and turned to Anne so that she had a full view of her 43 inch hips. The firm, dimple free twin orbs of her naked arse were having an obvious effect on Anne. ‘Perhaps this pair.