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A day at the races chapter two
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So later that evening we met for dinner....Anne Marie had looked quite good at the races , but now, wow , what a beautiful woman stood in front of me....early to mid forties.....great shape...pretty face...well dressed and the smell of her perfume...mmm...it almost made my legs buckle....I had booked a table at a nice restaurant which I had used on more than one occasion before....quite expensive but quiet....the town was busy with the races being on so to find somewhere quiet was a bonus....by the time we had made the five minute walk to the restaurant I had paid her all the compliments you would expect about how great she looked etc.and as we arrived she told me that this was the first time for ages she had been taken out to dinner and the first time since she was married , with anyone else but her husband...I could tell that she was quite nervous about this so I thought a nice stiff drink would loosen her up a bit . which it did....as the evening rolled on and when the wine began to kick in Anne Marie returned to the subject of her husband , how he treat her like a piece of dirt , kept her down , made her feel worthless....and then.....the matter of sex arose....how he made her do all manner of things that she found repulsive , but had to oblige him or he would throw her out on the street....I had a lump in my throat by this time as I have only ever treat people and especially women with respect and the thought of this poor woman having to undergo such brutality almost had me in tears...I reached out over the table and held her hands , the first time we had touched , they felt so small , soft and warm , instantly I knew that I wanted to make love to this woman
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Posted on : Nov 29, 2013
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