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I tried calling the guys but they would never believe I was actually a virgin. Finally I finally figured it out, had I was just dreaming. They thought I was gay, couldn't believe I was into kink. They would not be fooled by the way I made love to my ex-husband. Then the phone wouldn't ring, no matter how many times I tried knocking on it. Then one day, I went out to my car on the street. I looked over fifty years old, fat and bald as a twig. I wore rags that I pulled in from the alley behind my house. My hair was matted and messy. I looked like a beggar. I lived alone. I had to live out my fantasy alone. Then one day I got a huge, fat lump on my ass. I turned around and saw a handsome man with a huge erection. He was straight but with dark hair. He had a scar on his pussy from when I'd whipped him. Then she is standing in front of me, licking me.

Then she pulls away. I feel pity for running so late, the rum was my only consolation. I pull on my clit desperately. The phone rings. It's my ex. He wants to tell me about our arrangement. He is still in jail, but he wants me to come over. I tell him that I don't want to get drunk again and am sending the girl away. He pleads with me not to, but I won't comply. He leaves the room. The next morning I get up and go to my bedroom to make breakfast. I take out my katana and start to cut the paper. I can't cut it fast enough. It's too painful. After I get settled, I put the coffee out on the counter and go to my closet. I find my favorite pair of red panties and start to put away my red panties.

I put away my hose too, but I keep on. I'm nervous though. I don't know what he's up too. I look at my clothes. Nothing's there. I throw on some gray silk shirts and a pair of red shorts. I move into my dressing room. I'm nervous too. I have to hurry because I've got to get ready for work. I take a deep breath and run my hands lightly over my body. I run my hands down my sides, then down my chest, belly, my hard cock. I strike out my side, not touching it. I back up, taking my time. I feel my hand slip under my shirt. I see his eyes flick out and go to the end of the counter. I push my head down. I can feel the bulge there..