Wife loses a bet

Rob_Royale

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Liz looks down at the bed and finds her 'streetwalker' dress. The one she only wears for her husband during role-play. It is incredibly tight and curve hugging. I can't believe I'm doing this, she thinks to herself. But, a bet is a bet.
She looks down at her phone message. - Send me a picture in the hall mirror when your dressed and made up.
She sighs, gets dressed, adding stay up stockings and her fuck-me heels that go with the dress. I look pretty fucking hot, she thinks as she takes the photo and then sends it.
Outstanding, the response comes. Now walk down to the 5th Street station and take the subway to 12th.
Christ! He wants me to leave the house like this?!
she thinks, the shock obvious on her face. But she wants clarification and asks that very question. The answer surprises her even more.
Yes, and you must let anyone who wants to touch you.
A shudder of pure adrenaline and excitement courses though her body, like she's never known before.

What does she do, and what happens to her on the way?
 
I think she's only on the train for a few miles and it's just warm up. Where is she being directed to? Or to whom?
 
I think she's only on the train for a few miles and it's just warm up. Where is she being directed to? Or to whom?
She walks up to the front door of a large corner house, it looks straight out of a mafia movie. Quickly she straightens her outfit, she takes out a small pocket mirror to fix her make-up. Then she takes a deep breath, the excitement still there from the firm hands on the subway. With a wet stain in her panties she finally rings the doorbell of the old house.

The door swings open and the smell of cigars hits her in the face a slightly overweight gentlemen standing in the doorway. He looks like he is in his early 50's, dressed in a suit, a cigar prodded between the fingers of his left hand.

"Welcome lovely lady, come inside, we were expecting you." He says with a kind smile.
 
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