【I, Hee-won... swapping partners】(37)

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In the sauna center, in the technicians' private shower room, the sound of water rustling filled the air. The showerhead sprayed warm water, washing my hair and naked body. I applied shower gel and rubbed my breasts— covered with the dried saliva

of the department head and brother-in-law as they suckled on my breasts… 　　and my pubic hair and private parts, overflowing with love juice from the insertion of the mustache's fingers; not to mention the traces of semen that Mick had ejaculated on my thighs while fucking me through my panties soaked with massage oil. Although it had only been a short time, as I washed myself, I reminisced about the intimate and enchanting moments with those two men… 　　Recalling the shameful things, my lust surged again, and I struggled to suppress the urge to masturbate. Because I knew that the time for complete liberation was just around the corner… 　　A phone call from 'Grandpa' and the sauna center let me leave early. I went into the female instructor's training room, dried my hair in front of the mirror, and carefully applied makeup. Then I changed into the dress and accessories the old woman had prepared for me beforehand—the kind I wore when I was a prostitute on the street… 　　The middle-aged woman who taught me how to masturbate and breast massage the day before yesterday had been watching the whole time. Once I was dressed, she gasped and exclaimed, "Wow, 106, are you going to seduce men looking like that?" 　　Indeed, my shower and dressing up were precisely for… seducing men— ********************************************************************************** 　　It was almost six in the afternoon, but the sky was still relatively bright. I walked out of the hotel's back door before my husband. The guard , seeing my sexy outfit, stared intently, swallowing hard— 　　I had long, curly hair styled in a wild way, the front covering my forehead and the ends reaching my shoulders; my eyelashes and eye sockets were adorned with a decadent smoky makeup look, paired with exaggerated teardrop-shaped earrings. A sexy red and black lace vest, worn directly as outerwear ; thin straps, low-cut, boldly showing off her fair neck, collarbone, arms, and cleavage. A black silk midi skirt, narrow design, accentuating her hip curves; a pair of black fishnet stockings, paired with matching high heels, showcasing her . 　　The clothes my grandfather chose for me were the kind of revealing attire a street prostitute would wear to attract passing customers. Even standing on a dark street at night, it seemed excessive, let alone walking on the main street in broad daylight. This outfit undoubtedly told every passing man and woman that I was a woman of questionable character, commonplace in Dongguan… 　　Respectable-looking women all looked at me with disdain; men stared and turned back repeatedly; half ashamed and half afraid, I walked towards the roadside, yet secretly enjoying… the feeling of being looked down upon. 　　At the roadside, as the old man had said on the phone, this time it wasn't the luxury car that had arrived before, but a small bus. 　　I got on the bus. The driver's seat was separated from the passenger compartment, ensuring privacy. The bus had been modified; the dozens all been removed, the aisle was wide, and the space was larger. Along the two sides of the opaque windows , there was a long row of sofas extending to the rear of the bus, forming a U-shape. 　　The old man sat calmly in the center of the U-shaped sofa at the rear of the bus, a half-smile on his face, waiting for me. 　　I hesitated for a moment, then finally started walking slowly towards the rear of the bus. I heard footsteps behind me; it must have been my bald husband, who had also finished work and changed back into casual clothes, boarding the bus. But I didn't turn around to look at him. 　　The engine started, and the driver started the bus. The bus wasn't going fast, so I could walk steadily until I reached and sat down to his right. 　　He was at least sixty years old, with a graying hair on his forehead; his face was slightly wrinkled, with age spots on his cheeks; he was wearing a round-neck shirt, casual pants, and leather shoes, similar to what I had seen when I first met him at the "swapping party" venue. 　　He looked like a kind, elderly man: "What's wrong with calling Grandpa over?" 　　I had already mentioned it on the phone, but he insisted on forcing me to say it again in person? I glanced at the sofa diagonally to my left; my husband was already seated. The old man wanted me to make the request in front of him and my husband… 　　"Grandpa, I don't want to go tonight… to sit at the table, to stand on the street." I took the old man's hand and whispered, "I 've listened to you, I've worked obediently for three days…" 　　The old man turned his head, feigning ignorance: "So?" 　　"I… I've been working these past three days… these past few weeks… "

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