My stress related symptoms have disappeared; the lastconscious decision I recall making was deciding on a new shade oflipstick. I am free from worry a...nd care. I sincerely apologize forthe things I wrote to you and instead wish to thank you for havinghelped my wife so. I can only hope you can find it in your heartto forgive me.Answer: Done deal. The author never took what you wrotepersonally. (As an aside, the author has seldom had the privilegeof being vilified with such gifted use of English. A bra and panties waited for me on the bed.“Put them on.”I grudgingly complied.“You know, I think you need something to fill out those cups.”She opened a drawer and took out a package. I saw the lettering on it. “Breast Forms.” Why would she need breast forms? She wasn’t flat. Then I realized I walked right into her trap.“You had this planned all along.”“Good guess, brother. But it’s too late for you to back out now.”Damn, she was right.“We need to get you looking more feminine.” She started. Wife: of course. Where would you like me to entertain him?Me: wow, I get to pick?Wife: it's the least we can do, since you're giving your wife to a younger, hotter, longer lasting, bigger man!!Me: ouch!!. You say the the cruelest things. No wonder I'm getting a raging hardon!!Wife: Mmmmm. Keep that going. I'm gonna want it when you get home. After you eat your cream pie like a good boy.Me: well, I'd start with a welcome blow job on the sofa first.Wife: absolutely! I'm a very welcoming hostess!. The hotel was the site of many odd sexual andfetish conventions and the staff were all used to strange apparitionspresenting themselves. They did make him stand in the lobby for quite awhile as they asked him enough questions to verify that he was a guestand establish his identity. They did eventually give him a key and hemade his way up to his room. Somehow he did not run across any one heknew before he was safely behind his locked door. Apparently theconventioneers had already retired, or.