“Same time tomorow?” Tom asked.“Don’t be so ridiculous,” Annie protested as she finally rushed to dress, “You haven’t heard the last of ...this,” she snapped and she swept from the building head held high.Inside she was confused, thrilled, terrified, strangely satisfied yet with a yearning gulf within her which she needed to be filled. She knew she wanted Tom. Wanted to posess him, to entwine naked with him in a meadow full of wild flowers or in a bed with clean sheets.She tried oh so hard to. Inthe third shop we found a dress in fine grey wool that had a high neckand came down below knee length. It had long sleeves and the material wasstretchy. It was a 12 but seemed a generous 12. I thought it would do.Four more charity shops later, we had managed to find a pencil skirt witha shortish side slit, in black and a cream, long sleeved blouse. Katethen decided that I should get a camisole top to go under the blouse. Wealso found a black leather, clutch bag. The next visit was. He stuck to a routine however – “fuck Friday”. Every Friday he would marry and divorce early morning Saturday and the price was Rs. 2000 a month. The pimp – Hari (Harry as called by Vishnu) a fisherman, friend of Vishnu. The place was close to a very famous beach side holiday inn she was massaging my bare back with oil when I heard the gate open.After sometime I heard him say Vish I bought you some weed from the market. Shall I roll it? I got up, trying to hide my hard member behind the loose. I got in and locked from the inside before taking a handful of them and sat on the commode to wipe dry my head and face. After drying myself, I looked to the side to find a hole cut nicely into the connecting cubicle. I knew and also had a chance to use the glory holes only a few times and so it was no surprise for me. As a matter of fact, the whole wall was decorated with the filthy messages, inviting for a fuck by a fat cock, hungry mouths and tight asses needing hard cocks and plenty more.