The Woman In The Railings

My name was Mandy Smith, and I was a hotel receptionist. At the same time, I was a lonely wife.

My husband had not touched me in a long time.

I had strong desires, and a long period of abstinence had left me squirming with discomfort.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Men usually loved my full chest and beautiful bottom.

However, whenever I wanted to seduce my husband with all my tricks, he would only glance at me coldly before turning around and sleeping.

My instincts told me that he must be having an affair.

Hence, I started to look into his whereabouts. Finally, I discovered a massage parlor that he frequented.

One day, I followed behind him discreetly.

When I reached the massage parlor, I saw my husband, Jason Anderson, wrapping his arms around a sexy young woman with such ease and familiarity that he had to have done that plenty of times. They went into a private room. After a while, I could hear them moaning.

As I was about to rush in and expose them, my neck got stuck in between some railings. I could not free myself.

I kept struggling, and my bottom jiggled because of that.

Because I had been rushing over, I had not managed to change out of my black silk skirt.

Under the neon lights of the massage parlor, I appeared even more enticing.

At the same time, a man suddenly appeared behind me.

“Yo, is this a new doll? Her features look great!”

I was shocked. Judging from what he said, he had mistaken me for a doll in the massage parlor.

I felt extremely embarrassed for someone to see me in this state.

I was a little flustered and kept struggling. My bottom jiggled even more fiercely.

“Oh, she’s flexible! Is this some new tactic to get customers?”

I heard his voice getting closer and closer, and I was terrified.

The next moment, I felt a pair of warm, dry hands touching my thighs.

The hands were rough.

The hands kept sliding up and went into my short skirt.

I usually wore black silk skirt with thin undergarments.

He was almost touching me directly!

“This feels good, and it’s sensitive as well.”

I bit down on my lower lip tightly as I did not dare to make a sound.

If someone else found out that I was mistaken as a doll, my reputation would be ruined!

I felt even more embarrassed when he tugged at my silk stockings.

My silk stockings were light and easy to take off!

“This massage parlor is great. There’s a doll dressed in a receptionist’s outfit. It feels as though I’m peeling off the stockings from a hotel receptionist.”

I was frantic and anxious, but I did not dare to say a word. I tensed up.

The next moment, he tore my stockings apart.

“How sexy, she’s wearing a thong.”

I had a high drive, and Jason was not tending to me. I only wore a thong so I could pleasure myself at any point of time.

I never expected another man to see it.

What should I do? I kept trying to free my head, but it got tighter instead. I could not free myself.

The man grew more excited as he kept rubbing my bottom. I felt worked up from the sensation.

He even trailed a finger between my legs.

It felt a little itchy. It had been a while since a man had touched me, so it felt as though it was my first time.

“This is so tight. It’s so rare for a massage parlor to have someone so inexperienced.”

The next second, I felt a warm touch in between my legs.