Her body shifted on the bed as he changed positions. "Whore," she heard him say quietly. "You're just a whore with a gold band on her finger. You'll n...ever be anything but a whore. You've always been one and nothing you can do will change that."She loved the words. She was no good, she thought, and deserved all that he was saying. There had been many lovers before Martin, and scores since they had been married. But one thing kept them together. No man could please her as he did. No man was cruel. He came off my cock and asked, “Senor, let me always go in the alleys with you. Let me put my mouth on you before you put all that cock into the gurls. I would even put my tongue in their asses for you. I would lick the dripping cum from them for you. Senor, let me be yours to command”.From that day forward all was very well in the alley. One Ben Franklin turned into two. We were invited to the great houses of these gurls. That was our downfall. I didn’t have enough sense to stay in the alley. Computers weren't an interest that she shared with him sojust changing the name on 'his' degree certificate was realisticallyout.Her social skills could be of use, though. Maybe she could get a job asa tour guide; she was a pretty good mover as well so a job as a prodancer might be workable. Really, it would be her life, her call. Whenshe'd made her decision he could fix up whatever was necessary, thenafter a couple of months she'd just be left to get on with her life,getmarried, have kids.... Let’s see if he is willing to barter me to have sex with another. If he is, it won’t be swinging. I’ll find one I want but who knows, maybe Joe Montana will show up at the party.Contacting a group which met my conditions, he arranged for us to go to a swinging party. With his encouragement, I bought a suggestive wardrobe and he bought a package of three condoms, for me, in case I changed my mind and wanted to speed the action time. With a baby sitter at home, off we went.The address given was a.