an off shade color, white dress. The hemline is short and the top is of a fishnet material.
I am allowed to wear black flat shoes but no underwear. The driving time was about 20 minutes before
parking in front of an older brownstone house. My husband reached into the back seat for what
he calls his "toy box." From the box, he takes out a strip of my 'small white pills'. He hands me one and
pops open the center console between us.
flask
that I bought him for Christmas. It contains two measured ounces
of orange juice and vodka.
We sat and talked for about 10 minutes. He smokes. I do not. Then he opened his side door. The dome
light came on. "It is time," he said. He came around to my side and took my arm. Supporting me as we
walked up to the front door. We entered the first doorway and knocked on the second. The door opened
and we were greeted by a short mature woman. I am not quite sure of all that was said between her and my husband.She lead us down a hallway to a small bedroom. I do recall her saying, "Lewis will be with you shortly."
"Lewis? That would be who I am to be given to." I thought to myself.
My husband helped me remove my jacket, sat me on the edge of the bed to removed my shoes.
The bedroom door opened, and a large blurry figure filled the doorway. My husband's right hand gripped
my wrist and pulled me to a standing position. Once standing, his free hand kneaded my breast then
moved down to the hemline of my dress. As the dress went over my head, I reach back for support and
landed back onto the mattress. 'Lewis' took my ankles. I had a floating sensation as I was lifted to the center of the mattress.
Lewis, still griping my ankles, held my legs up and spread them far apart.
Lewis mounts me. Lewis finishes in my mouth.