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Slut School 2
Here I was, dressed in my fuck-me clothes, walking into a crowded bar, which Julia tells me is a pick-up joint. My husband, Ralph, had a firm grip of my arm. Was he worried that I might chicken out? Even a week ago I would not have dared to be seen in public dressed like this. I was wearing bright red high heels, my legs were bare, my shorts were so tight that you could see the shape of my pussy – Julia tells me that that is called a camel toe – and my top was a singlet with extra large...