Wendy wore the shortsighted skirt she owned. A blue devil, pleat matter that stopped a few in short of her knees. Underneath she wore red lace pantie Ian had bought her for valentine a yoke geezerhood ago, and never wore again.

She really didn't have a lot of sexy clothes.

She wore a matching bra under a thin, button up blouse. Sheer enough to cause out the lineation of her bra. Nearly half the clit were undone.

She sat quietly in the passenger rump as Ian drove. All too soon they were pulling into Cary Grant's driveway.

"It ... this will be ok."Her husband tried to promise her. Placing his hand on her berm. He had driven wearing nothing but a pair of black boxershorts. He hated to hold to himself that it felt weird to wear men's underwear instead of step-in.

Wendy just gave him a wan smiling and stepped out of the car.

Ulysses Simpson Grant smirked when he answered his front room access."My two whores."He pulled Wendy into a kiss rightfield there in front of the neighborhood. His hand slipping up the back of her skirt and squeezing her beat ass.

Grant finally ushered them in."Be a good little beta and propose her to me."He ordered.

"I ... uh ... grant, would you ... would you like to fuck my married woman ?"Ian stumbled through wrangle he never thought he would say.

"Not convincing enough, you pussy drip. Try again. And be humble."Grant sneered.

"Duncan James Corrow Grant, my poor dick isn't secure enough for my beautiful wife. I happily give her to you to use. Would you teach her how to be the fancy woman she is ?"The Milquetoast obediently offered.

"Much better."Grant grinned, pulling Wendy close."Hear that ? Your pitiful husband freely gives you to me."His manus dug into her shirt, under her bra. Cruelly pinching and tugging at her nipple."He doesn't even try to agitate for you."All Ian could do is search down at his feet pathetically as his married woman was molested in figurehead of him.

Soon grant had pulled both her tits out. One arm around her waist, he lifted her wench up and shoved his hand into her lacing panties.

"You need to shave this, hussy. A proper whore has a pussy as smooth as silk."Grant tugged painfully at her curly Brown pubic hairs.

Wendy grunted as the Alpha forced her to bend over the arm of his couch. He flipped up her annulus and yanked down her red step-in.

She let out a farsighted groan as his big tool entered her. She hated to admit that it really was so much more satisfying than her husband's. It seemed to touch her everywhere inside. Pleasure everything.

Ian put his script behind his back as his married woman was fucked. His flyspeck pud getting stiff in his underdrawers.

Grant happily slapped Wendy's ass in clock time with his thrusts. Slowly turning her pallid ass pinko, then red.

After he finally came inside her she just lay there waiting. concession grabbed Ian's haircloth and forced him to his articulatio genus. Shoving his sissy facial expression in his married woman's sloppy twat.

Wendy moaned as Ian's tongue gave her its own pleasure. Licking and sucking the Alpha's cum out of her. Also pushing her to an climax. She pushed back and rubbed her practice pussy on her epicene husband's face as she gasped her pleasance.

When his two pets had finished Grant had them landing strip. Then he handed Wendy a strap-on with a big Black person dildo.

"Now you take another pace in learning your right office. Your husband is so pathetic, even his own wife is going to do it him up the ass."The cruel boss chuckled as the beautiful woman pulled on the sleep with shaft.

Ian submissively bent over the arm of the sofa. The same pip his wife was fucked just moments before.

Ulysses Simpson Grant handed the woman some lube. Wendy generously applied it to the dildo. Then to her married man's ass.

"Tell your husband that he's no man. You know what I want to hear."Duncan Grant said from behind her. His men reaching around to play with her big tits.

"Ian ... you're ... you're not really a husband. I've just been pity roll in the hay you because you're so pathetic. You couldn't fulfill me like Grant can. This nooky should help oneself you realize you aren't a man in this relationship."Wendy had tears in her eyes as she started to force the fountainhead of the dildo into her husband's ass.

She felt dread. Like she was betraying their vows. Their beloved.

For Ian, everything turned into the dildo burning its way painfully inside him. His little penis straining in its hardness. Turned on by his wife's countersign as well as her violation of his manhood.

Grant chuckled. He sat down to follow as Wendy fucked her husband's ass.

Wendy's big tits jiggled with her thrusts. She winced every time she shoved the dildo into her husband's ass. His awful, girly whine like claws on her somebody.

Eventually Ian drizzled his small cummies down the face of the couch. President Grant pulled Wendy off him and made the sissyish biff it up.

President Grant took their clothes and threw them out his front door.

"fourth dimension for my cyprian to leave. Buy some sexier wearing apparel and shave that forest."He ordered them pushing the span out the threshold. Naked and soiled.

Quickly they tried to get across their nudity. Humiliated and scrambling to the car.

"I ... I'm so sorry about that, Ian."Wendy started to cry."I didn't mean any of it."

Ian hugged her stopping point."Ssh. I know. It's ok. We are going to both do things that may hurt. Besides, it sort of turned me on to sustain you dominate me.

When they got nursing home they showered together. Doing a lot of kissing. Then Ian carefully shaved his wife's pussy bald. Kissing it lovingly when it was smooth.

Together they went out shopping for a new press. They started with Wendy. She picked out some shirts and skirts that were more risqué than common. Then she picked out a bunch of lingerie. Silk and lace. flip-flop and nighties.

The beautiful married woman shivered every fourth dimension she pulled on a thong or bikini bottom or shorts. Her newly shaved cunny tingled with excitement at each touch sensation.

For a few minutes she simply sat there, nude painting in a dressing room. Brushing her bare softness and trying not to moan.

Wendy spread her legs wide. She thought of Grant as her fingerbreadth dipped into her love pot. She should have been buying these aphrodisiacal clothes for her husband. To delight him.

Instead they were for Grant. immorality Ulysses Simpson Grant and his big stopcock. She bit her clench clenched fist and shuddered through a small sexual climax.

Her sissy hubby waited patiently on the other side of the changing room room access.

Then it was Ian's go. They only picked out clothes from the ‘ gentlewoman'section. Skirts and dresses. Blouses and lingerie.

Ian blushed every metre he stepped out of the dressing room to show off. His tiny pud hard with excitement.

Wendy was horrified to find oneself part of her enjoyed treating him like this. horrified and aroused. The whole naughty afternoon was turning her on. Her married man emasculated before her.

Here it was just her and him. There was a spicy intimacy in his humiliation before her. One that was taken away when they were with Grant. Stolen.

"feeling like soul likes dressing like a girl."She said, stepping close and reaching under the short skirt he was showing off. Her finger's breadth found his severely prick. She tugged him as he licked his lower lip in agitation."Ok, back in there you wretched sissy."

That evening when they got plate, Ian immediately changed into a short chick and silk blouse. He shivered as he pulled on lace panties and white stockings.

Wendy found she couldn't keep her hands off him. Reaching under his chick to squeeze his ass or pet his hawkshaw. Running her fingers up and down his fluent blouse.

She quickly changed into a sheer nighty and silk thong with stockings that matched Ian's.

After dinner they made love long into the night. Fully aware that Grant would continue to misuse their family relationship. Their gender.

"Please, Amy. I'm just a worthless cocotte. My poor, sissy married man needs to learn his place. I want you to do whatever you want with him."Wendy was on her knee before Ian's ugly fat co-worker.

Both she and Ian were stripped down to their lingerie. It was Monday dayspring and she had dropped her husband off. Ian wasn't allowed to tug any more.

"That's far too masculine for a wet sissy like him."Grant had told them. The vicious man now standing behind them grinning at this new humiliation he was forcing on them. Making Wendy whirl her loving husband to another woman.

"Ha ! What a speechless cunt."Amy said. She reached down and slapped Wendy across the font. Causing the subservient girl to gasp with shock and a unusual excitement."Sure, I'll teach your worthless, goof, husband a thing or two."

The fat woman grabbed Ian's pilus and painfully pulled his grimace to her privates as she sat down. The sissy obediently tugged down the big woman's denim as assignment pulled Wendy to the doorway.

The brunette couldn't take her eyes off her husband until the doorway closed behind them. Her finale glance was of Ian licking and kissing the fat woman's thighs. A attendant act that used to be reserved for her alone.

But then, so was what she was doing for Ulysses Simpson Grant. Moments later she straddled his bare lap. Her panties on the base. Grinding her pussy against his big, hard, pecker. She couldn't closure shivering as his screwing rod caressed her newly bald cunny. She felt strangely vulnerable, sensitive.

He was sucking then biting her surd nipples. Savoring her submission to his every whim.

"We are going out to eat tonight, whore."He informed her, gripping her rose hip tight."You will dress out like a aggregate fornicatress. So will sissy Ian. I want you both to be humiliated when we walk into that eating house, interpret ?"

"Mmm, yes sir."She moaned. Her body vibration.

"And you will direct the bus, so as many the great unwashed as possible will see my fuck toys."

Wendy gasped loudly as he finally shoved his cock deep in her. She rubbed her big nipple against his font.

She still had to get to work, but for the moment had lost herself in the corrupt sex that Grant forced her into.

Wendy picked Ian up after employment and took him to a couple depot. She had decided they would break up up some especially slutty clothes for their dinner.

She picked out a scant, thermionic valve dress for her sissy hubby. Shiny silver and it didn't quite cover his ass. He was continuously tugging it down.

He also had fishnet stockings and a flyspeck lace G-string that had a job keeping even his tiny pud covered.

Wendy picked out a Panthera pardus print top. Basically just two straps that barely covered her pap and then met to roll around her waist.

Her tits were less covered than when she went to the beach. They jiggled and bounced whenever she moved. The shirt and lack of bra offered no support. She needed to use exceptional tape to cook sure her nipples stayed covered.

For a underside she wore a forgetful schoolgirl's wench. Like Ian's it didn't quite cover her labialize ass. She wore a silk G-string that offered her a small modesty. Though none for her derrière.

She also wore fishnets. They matched her married man's. Something about that comforted her. An liaison they could share.

Wendy figured they would need to find means to ploughshare that familiarity. It was obvious that Grant intended to strip away the bonds that virtually duet took for granted.

They both had melanise, high-pitched heels. Stilettos. Neither were super comfortable walk in them. Ian was just barely used to regular high gear hound.

They both stood looking at themselves in the mirror before leaving."I don't know if I can do this."Wendy said. She barely recognized the cleaning lady staring back at her. Her long brown hair was now up and she looked like a sporting lady who was trying to move upscale.

"I know, honey."Ian gave her a loving hug."Grant wants to pull down our resistance. This is another step in that. If we can cut back like this in public, we will decorate like this anywhere."

She nodded a bit sadly. What were they becoming ?

Wendy and Ian blushed as they stepped on the bus. They got a lot of stares. And no little amount of hearty smiling. Wendy couldn't helper shivering with upheaval. Somehow what she was wearing was even more humiliating than if she had boarded the bus fully nude. She kept reaching up to stop her giant tits from wobbling. Which merely drew to a greater extent attention to the large pendulous orbs.

They met a beaming Grant just outside the visualise restaurant."Excellent. You both look like complete whores."He said as he pulled Wendy in for a kiss. Squeezing her round of golf bottom under her short skirt.

Wendy shivered as they walked into the restaurant. wellspring dressed men and cleaning woman sat eating and chatting at tables. When they looked at her it was with obvious contempt. Like she was worthless. gutter trash to be used then tossed away.

She tried to go on her head down through the repast, but couldn't aid looking up to see who was watching. She shivered every time she made eye contact. Feeling dehumanized and more worthless each clock time.

By the end of the meal a alteration had come over her. And over her effeminate married man. The abasement had swallowed their egos. Leaving them even more timid and slavish.

After the meal, Grant took them back to the kitchen. He had made arrangements ahead of time. Otherwise they wouldn't have been allowed in the restaurant in the first place.

"I want you to masturbate in strawman of these men."Grant grinned at his pets."Show them just how slutty you are."

The couple simply mumbled ‘ yes sir'and lifted their little dame. Cook and busboys grinned as they looked at Wendy's shaved cunt. Then a small sunshine went up as she started to finger herself. Ian pulling on his bantam bump next to her.

Wendy made eye middleman with each man. Knowing that if any asked she would willingly know them in front of her husband. Knowing he wouldn't dissent.

Neither lasted long. When done Grant ushered them out the back into the dark alley. Chuckling as the kitchen room access closed on them.

Dejected at what they continued to become, they made their way base.

Wendy had been ordered to jade out or keeping wearing apparel to run by her master. After the Monday dark dinner she had small choice but give in.

Wed she found herself stepping into an important node meeting. Wearing a blouse that exposed an indecorous amount of her massive cleavage. As well as a dame that was immodestly short and slit up one side, showing off the top of her stocking.

Her partner in the meeting was Bev. An previous adult female who Wendy had beaten out for a promotion almost a class ago. They had been acid challenger before that. Now they were active opponents. The older woman took every opportunity to undermine Wendy's work.

The older woman gave Wendy an amaze look when she saw how she was dressed. The men in the meeting couldn't stop staring at the slavish woman's tits.

As the presentation dragged on, Bev took more and more command. Something Wendy would have successfully defended just a week ago.

Now it was almost as if she was the former woman's assistant.

The clients certainly seemed to think so.

After they were finished, the men shuffled out. The two professional woman gathered their materials up.

"You'll be fired if I let on how you came dressed today."Bev announced from behind Wendy."You look like a tramp."

The beautiful brunette didn't defend herself. She just continued arraigning files. Keeping her head down.

Bev grinned. She could feel some sorting of change in the young woman. It was obvious she could work it. But how ?

Bev wanted to humiliate the miss like she had been humiliated when she was passed over. She grinned at Wendy's back. Her circle ass nearly exposed by her little skirt as she bent over the table.

Bev felt an perplex mother wit of ability and exhilaration as she swatted the young woman's ass. Wendy's head jerked up and she gasped in surprisal.

"You aren't better than me now. Are you, whore ?"Bev asked. She grabbed the woman's long embrown hair and swatted her again."Are you !"She demanded.

"N ... no ma'am."Wendy responded meekly."You ... you are obviously my ... superior."She squeaked as another puff landed on her buttocks.

"You have everyone fooled, but not me."Bev said as she lifted Wendy's skirt up past her stave ass. Revealing two beautiful pale ball hugging a silk thong."What a whore. You're just a lying, manipulative bitch. Probably slept your way to your billet. Didn't you !"The quondam fair sex continued to emphasise her Christian Bible with sharp slaps on Wendy's now bare asscheeks.

Wendy winced as her derrière was punished. Her blanch flesh slowly turning pink. It wasn't true. She was a outstanding employee. She had worked hard to get where she was.

Of course, where she was, was bent over a table getting spanked by a co-worker.

Wendy clenched her eyes shut in shame when she said,"Yes. That's in good order. I'm terrible at my job. I ... I manipulated and ... and used my body."There were tears in her closed in eyes when she admitted,"I'm a complete tart, and don't merit my job."

Bev let out a laugh of triumph. She shoved Wendy to the trading floor and walked out in victory."Whore."She hissed back over her shoulder joint as Wendy sobbed.

Grant was slowly and successfully dehumanizing the young dyad. Ian was further along than Wendy. things like wearing women's clothes all the fourth dimension and not being allowed to drive, constantly ground away at his ego.

Wendy was quickly catching up. Complaints about her dress had been made at work. Yet she continued to coiffe like a whore. She was sure as shooting to fall behind her job soon.

Hiram Ulysses Grant had dreamed up some new chagrin for her. They were to be done mostly in common soldier. Simply a way to show her that she was his belonging even when he wasn't there.

The first off ... Quiet Time. Between four and nine in the evening, on weekdays, she was to wear some form of orchis gag.

"Whores are to be seen. Not heard."He had told her."Society has incorrectly taught you that should have a voice."Her fell master had chuckled at that.

He even ordered her to do her grocery shopping in the afternoon. Wendy would be humiliated. Feeling dehumanized with the ball gag in her lip. early shoppers staring and smirking at her.

The moment common soldier chagrin ... T-mail. Before she could take the gag out she had to divest, alone in her way. Then she had to run a strip of duct taping from the top of her bald pubic mound, down to cover her bare cunny. Then a opus each across her big chest. Making sure to cover her nipples.

At her leisure time she was to tear the mag tape off. fasting or slow, was her choice. first gear her breasts. Then her cunt. Always leaving her skin raw and burning.

The taping across her genitals was then to be mailed to grant.

She found it humiliating to birth to write out his address, then list the phone number of hairs pulled on the back of the envelope. Usually ‘ zero hairs'as Ian plucked her nearly every day.

The third humiliation was that they were to restrain separate way. The lord bedroom was to belong to their master. During the week they had to kip alone in their own rooms. Their house was just big enough, after converting Wendy's office.

Only on the weekend were they allowed to catch some Z's together in the original bedroom.

Also Wendy was no longer to cook at household. Ian was told to do that. He had a pink apron with white frilly edging. And the words ‘ the duteous wife loves to swear out'printed on it.

Each day they were shown just how submissive they were. Reminded that Grant owned them. Controlled them.

It was Fri afternoon. Wendy had stopped by to foot up her pantywaist husband from workplace. former she had been given a last warning at work for wearing apparel code violation.

Duncan James Corrow Grant had quickly fucked her over his desk. pressing her big knocker and her cheek against the hard wood as he thrust into her. Then he took his nude pets to the breakroom.

There he led them to a metallic element frypan on the retort. Set on a big hot plate it was noticeably making the room warmer.

"It's time for you two fuckwits to be done with your wedding rings."He told them as they knelt before him. Wendy and Ian looked at each other in horror."They are unnecessary reminders of vows that no longer apply to you."

The duad stood together. With his fountainhead lowered, Ian let his ring ‘ thumping !'into the pan.

Wendy rubbed hers for a minute. It's exercising weight had been a constant admonisher of their sexual love. A validation of their enduring partnership.

Her eyes filled with rent as her halo ‘ clunked !'next to Ian's quickly melting gold.

"Excellent."Grant smirked."I'm going to pay the gold to a homeless person guy so he can buy drugs."Their cruel master waved them off."Get out."

Wendy packed up her office. split in her eyes and a heavy weight in her pectus.

She had been fired. She knew it was coming and wanted desperately to call up Ian. To see his comforting voice.

Ulysses Grant had refused. He had this planned and had told her ahead of time that all she could do was come to him when it happened.

matter got unfit when Bev came in to gloat."Finally got what you merit ? in force riddance, you trash."The elderly woman grinned with her arms crossed, holding a theme sack.

Then Bev shut the doorway behind her."Got you a going away present."

"Please just go."Wendy begged, but the cleaning lady just shook her head word.

"comic strip, whore. You love showing off that slutty body. Let me depict you what you're really worth."

Wendy wanted to refuse. To scream at the woman to allow for.

Instead she had to catch Bev's smile get wider as her clothes slowly fell to the floor.

"Bet you think boy like a daughter with big cow bag like you."Bev said stepping forward. She pinched Wendy's pap and twisted them as she talked."Not true. They just know you'll disseminate your lady of pleasure leg at the drib of a hat."

The adult female finally let go and made the untried adult female kneel. Bev took a instant to smirk down at her challenger. She savored her victory over the youthful char. Then she pulled a big jar out of the sack. love.

The honest-to-goodness woman poured it all over Wendy's physical structure. Mostly from the neck down. tear filled Wendy's eyes as the sticky slime began to cover her beautiful body.

The submissive woman shivered as the goopy beloved covered her big boob. As it seeped into her crotch. Like a giant honey bee jizzing all over her.

Bev chuckled, relishing her power over the submissive bitch. She used her bare hands to fan out the honey all over. Taking her sentence rubbing it on Wendy's hulk udders.

A shiver of fervour ran through the previous womanhood as her fingers massaged down between the beautiful brunette's thighs. She ignored her unholy luxuria as she groped another cleaning lady's sex. Smearing the honey all over Wendy's slit.

Then she pulled out a bag of feathers.

"This is just a reminder of your place in the world."Bev said as she pressed the plumage all over Wendy's gummy trunk. Making sure to cover the girl's pillowy bosom. And taking an superfluous expectant fistful and mashing it forcefully against Wendy's cunny.

Then she made the Pres Young woman get dressed over her honey and feathers. She actually helped the humiliated female child culture packing. Then escorted her all the way out to her car. yesteryear snickering, one-time workfellow. Giving her a jaunty waving and smiling as she drove off.

The feathers were scratchy under her clothes, and Grant laughed when he saw them.

She had hurried past Ian's desk outside. Grant's door was slammed in the sissy's face, though he could tell his wife was upset. He wasn't allowed to comfort her. His heart breaking just a little as he sat down. His finger rubbing where his ring had been.

Cary Grant made Wendy strip, then kneel under his desk. She spent the rest of the day there. Sucking and licking her master's dick. Feeling soiled and revolting covered in the sticky dear and scratchy feathers.

That's where she spent the relaxation of the week. There or on Grant's agency couch typing up notes on a laptop.

She was his personal assistant now. Left with little pick but to work for him. As he had planned.

Ian gave the dusky client a probationary smile as he took the man's empty cup. Grant had left him waiting in reception while he finished a song.

"You may go in now, sir."The sissy informed him.

Ian could just barely see his wife as the door opened. She was bare and bent grass over Grants desk. Her ass toward the threshold. Her wrist joint and ankles spread and tied the the wooden desk.

He shivered when he heard the swarthy man chuckle as he unbuckled his belted ammunition. Then the door closed.

Soon Ian winced when he heard the sharp CRACK ! of the belt through the doorway. His married woman's desperate watchword over and over in reception as she was abused.

Unbidden, his tiny sissy gibbousness got hard.

This was the way it should be. Him, alone and humiliated in womanhood's lingerie. While real men played with his toy dog. Played rough.

Probably breaking them.

"You know I love you dearly."Wendy assured her wonderful hubby.

They snuggled together after failing to make believe tender, formula love.

Ian had ended up going down on her and gave Wendy an coming, but they couldn't get his little prick hard.

Wendy grinned at her husband."It's probably for the best. This misfortunate nothing has never satisfied me anyway."She flicked his trivial sissy bump. Then pinched the tip and pulled on it."We both know you aren't the man in our family relationship. Not anymore. Go put on something more appropriate."She ordered him.

Ian stood and crossed to the toilet table. His tiny penis was already twitching from his wife's humiliating words.

Ian's emasculate organic structure shivered as he pulled on Caucasian stockings. His dicklette fully hard by the clip both were on.

"A matching negligee too. You pitiful wimp."She told him. So he pulled on a white lace top. One that didn't underwrite his shameful crotch.

When he moved back to the bed Wendy pushed him to his back and straddled his genitals. Moaning as she slid his little pecker into her wet hole.

"I can't even feel you."She lied, grinding back and forth. Fucking her married man.

This was it. This was the only time Ian even felt half a man. With his member in his wife. Even this had been tainted by President Grant. He was impotent if he wasn't reminded how much of a sissy he had become.

He reached up and grabbed his married woman's big jiggling breasts. Enjoying fucking his own wife. Even just for a moment.

Ian had a modus operandi in the morn. One President Grant designed to be degrading. To constantly prompt him of his place.

He had to awake earlier than his wife. When he slipped out of bed he put on high heels. Not his work heels. These are just for around the planetary house. Then he pulled on a baby Amytal neglige over his nightgown.

He would head down to the kitchen where he put on his pink apron and made breakfast.

Then he went back upstairs where he had to study a burble bath. ‘ pink Dreams'was his marque. Ian would be heedful to shave off any offending whisker on his sissy body.

After the tub he picked out his clothes for the day. Mostly concentrating on the lingerie, as that's all he will be allowed to wear at work anyway.

Once he had pulled on stockings and scanty, he picked out a bra or neglige. Then he sat at his vanity. Probably the most humiliating part of his morning.

The physical composition table is something concession bought him. A girly spot made for a pantywaist. It was white woodwind with pink frilly cloth stapled to the sharpness. With a big mirror and plenty of drawers. It had a matching hot seat with a fancy back, and rap upholstered nates. Also with frills.

Ian would take ten or fifteen second getting his makeup right.

Then he would pull on a dress or a dame and blouse. He would get in the car on the rider side and his wife would motor them to act.

He would sit with his hands primly in his lap. Waiting patiently for whatever Grant had in computer storage that day.

He didn't even shed any tears through the process anymore.

"I have a fun night planned for us Saturday."Grant announced to his pets.

He sat on his couch, naked. Wendy next to him in a blue negligee. Her head in his lap, bobbing up and down as she stacked his cock.

Ian knelt on the flooring in nominal head. He wore a garden pink lace bra and matching step-in. He held Ian's right foot by the articulatio talocruralis and blackguard.

Slowly the Milquetoast licked his boss's infantry. His glossa would move up one side. He would kiss, ten suck a toe. Then he would lick back down.

Grant loved the way the sissy's glossa felt on his pes. Not quite tickling. Just a gentle pleasure. On top of the blowjob, he could feel his orgasm coming fast.

The cruel Bos groaned as he shot his load in Wendy's oral fissure. The beautiful woman desperately swallowing his slimy jizz.

Then he pushed her to the floor next to her husband. Obediently she picked up his left animal foot. She looked up at him and met grants eyes. Looking humiliated as she sucked his big toe in her mouth.

"We are going to go to a bar and have a fun night out."Hiram Ulysses Grant finished. Smirking down at his slaves.

The subservient duo continued to suck and kiss their maestro's feet. Humiliated, but obedient on the floor before him.

Ian still had some men's clothing in a box in the basement. President Grant figured there would be times he wanted him to pretend to be a man.

That Sat they all went to a bar. concession arrived first, with a date. A young blonde woman. Then Ian came in and got a table.

Finally Wendy. Dressed slutty and hot. She sat at the bar and scoped the blank space out. She was to blame the ugliest guy. Someone who would normally be going home alone. At some point she would invite him back to the skittle alley and ease up him a cock sucking.

Ian would give birth to sneak back to ticker.

She got a couple drinks in her. Openly flirting with a match guys. Then Ian watched as she walkt over to a fat unseasoned man. The guy looked sweaty. His chubby face lit up when the brunette whispered in his ear though.

Wendy led him into the back hall and out of sight. A minute of arc later Ian got up to follow.

"I know a cuck husband when I see one."Came an oily vocalization from behind Ian. He turned to regain a tall old man blocking his way back to the bar.

"Excited to view your married woman with another man ?"The magniloquent man stepped forward with each word. Forcing the sissy back by his mere presence. Down the student residence. Past the lav. Into a small storage elbow room.

The old man swiftly grabbed Ian's hair with one script, and shoved his other down the submissive man's quag.

"Ha ! Silk scanty. I figured."The alien tugged Ian's pants down. Revealing his disgrace. Then he slapped Ian across the face."Do as I say, and this will be over quick."

The emasculate's face stung as he was pushed to his human knee. The old man quickly pulled out his prospicient shaft. Tapping it against Ian's face."spring us a good sucking, boy."The old man said.

Ian looked up from his kneeling position, at the man's grinning face. Then he submissively nodded. He took as much of the unknown man's dick in his mouth as he could.

outside, just ft away, Wendy was on her knees too. Her face bobbing up and down on the fat man's lap as he moaned.

She pleasured a make out stranger as if her wedding party vows meant nothing. She had just walked up to him and asked, ‘ want me to take in your putz in the alleyway ?'like a common whore.

Because that's what she was.

Her eubstance shivered with excitement as she massaged the man's sweaty balls. As fat leaned forward and reached beneath her.

She could sense her top snag as he yanked it opened to paw at her breasts. Roughly mauling her giant tits once he set them free.

Wendy moaned with nuisance and lust.

Inside the old man chuckled each time he thrust his rooster deep in the gagging sissy's throat. He had a handful of Ian's hair painfully grabbed on each English of his head and was roughly face fucking the wimp. Ian had tears in his eye from the rough out discussion.

"Ah ! I'm going to cum. Don't swallow yet,"the grandiloquent man ordered."Hold it on your tongue so I can see."Then he was spurting inside Ian's mouth.

Obediently, the cissy didn't drink. Opening his mouth to show the old man. Trying to cut the warm, disgusting, slime on his clapper.

"Ha ! Good. Wonderful. You really are just a sissy."The old man watched Ian. Gloating in his supremacy of the jr. man. Savoring Ian's humiliation. A stranger's jizz pooled on his cissy tongue.

Finally he put his pecker away and zipped up his pants."Swallow."

The man walked out as Ian gulped down his jizz.

Outside, Wendy gulped down her own burden of cum. The fat man chuckling and groaning his way through an orgasm. Then he just zipped up his pants and walked away from her without another word. Leaving the cum dumpster there in the alley with the quietus of the trash.

Later Duncan Grant's date laughed at the pathetic pair. Wendy and Ian were naked. On their human knee in Grant's back yard. Their nates were in the air and cheeks pressed to the mud as the blonde sprayed them with chilly water from the hose.

The loving span faced each early. Their brain touching. Their eubstance shivering in the moth-eaten piddle.

The woman had given them each a small spanking. Nowhere near as painful as they usually received.

Grant had found it hilarious that Ian sucked off the old man. Now he was letting his particular date step them as a form of foreplay.

The woman quickly got bored though."Let's go in. I'm horny."She said. Taking off her shirt as she walked into the house.

grant grinned as he put his boot against Wendy's ass."prison term to go home slut."He shoved her forward into the mud.

Shamefully the husband and wife collected their discard dress as Grant headed upstairs to fuck his particular date.

Ian had a friend named Chuck. They had known each early since college and still hung out once a month or so. Though not since Ian's new job.

On Sunday Ian invited Chuck over for lunch. They chatted happily through the meal, though Ian had butterfly stroke in his Milquetoast corporation.

Grant had ordered this meet up.

After dejeuner Ian blurted out his subscriber line. Worried that if he waited too long he would lose his nerve.

"Would you like to fuck my wife ? I'm too pathetic to delight her in bed."Ian nearly gasped.

Chuck just stared at him for a long minute. Ian trembled all over in anticipation and apprehension. Truly he had valued his friendship with this man. Now Cary Grant was forcing him to make it away. There would be no going back to normal after this. No thing what Chuck decided.

"Wendy ? You want me to hump your married woman Wendy ?"He asked.

Ian nodded. Not able to meet his friend's eyes."You can fuck her rough. She's just a sporting lady. She'll let any real number man do what he wants with her."Ian slumped, his course delivered. It was all up to chuck now.

"well, yeah. Of course I want to fuck her. Now ?"chuck asked with a smile.

Ian nodded. Feeling betray and humiliated by his longtime friend. He couldn't serve his minuscule dick get excited at Chuck's answer.

chow found Wendy in the master bedroom. He didn't know that it wasn't really theirs anymore. She sat on the sharpness of the bed in a red lace flip-flop and curve white crop top. She stood when he entered.

"Ian said you like it rough."Chuck said. Shutting the room access behind him as he pulled off his shirt.

"I don't like it, but a actual man can do whatever he wants to me."She answered, moving close to her husband's champion.

"Whatever he wants ?"Chuck asked. He grabbed her long hair and painfully yanked her head back as she placed her palms on his thorax.

"Anything."Wendy gasped.

Chuck sneered. He had always been attracted to Ian's married woman, of form. How had that wimp gotten such a hot adult female ?

Wendy gasped again when Chuck gave her face a couple light slaps. Smiling at how slavish she was. He reached down and lifted her top. Pinching her nipple and squeezing her big tits.

He nodded in satisfaction and forced her to bend over the bed. Taking a few instant to swat and spank her round ass before tugging down her G-string.

"Tell me you want my cock."He ordered. Rubbing her wet cunny. His fingers pressed between her facing pages second joint.

"Ooh ! I want it. I want your big peter, Chuck."Wendy moaned for him.

She leaned forward and bit the cover of her clenched fist in lust when he started rubbing his prick against her pussy. How could he ? This man she had been protagonist with for long time. Since she had met Ian. Had he wanted her all this time ? Watched her with lust in his middle ?

Now she was his play thing. He had no respect for her as a person. Only as an object to be fucked. Something to take pleasure from.

Wendy shook through a small coming as grub's dick slowly pushed into her. She moaned and groaned as he got into his rhythm. Slapping her ass in time with his drive.

grub felt better than he had ever imagined as he plowed Ian's wife. When he was gear up he finished in the only way that seemed appropriate.

Chuck pulled out and shoved Wendy to the floor. With a victorious groan and a grin he came all over her side and tits. Wiping his hammer off in her hair when he was finished.

He left without saying a word to the whore, or the sissy. Their friendship broken.

Though perhaps he would be back to bang the big titted slut. He would think about it anyway.

President Grant didn't piece of tail Ian much anymore. Not since Wendy became his assistant. work after eats's visit was dissimilar.

Ian's ass was on fire as he gripped his genus Bos's desk. Grants big dick swiftly jackhammering him from behind as he squeaked.

They had told him every particular of Chucks visit and Hiram Ulysses Grant was quite please. More than delight, he wanted to physically Sudanese pound dwelling house Ian's worthlessness as a husband.

"The two of you are coming along nicely."He told them as he gripped Ian's hips and thrust.

Wendy could only see with pathos as her pantywaist husband was fucked deep in the ass. She knelt passively on the floor. Waiting her turning.

"I understand you are estranged from your father, Ian. He's a existent piece of prick. Or so my harlot tells me."He grabbed Ian's fuzz, yanking his head up.

"Unh ! Unh ! Uh-huh !"Ian gasped. His surd little pud slapping up and down.

"You will take Wendy to him. Offer her to that man of son of a bitch. establish her to him for the night."

Ian moaned loudly as he came. He hated his beginner. Hated him for what the brutal man did to him and his mother when he was young. He had hoped to never see him again in his living.

Wendy crawled beneath her hubby. Licking Ian's sad cummies off the front of the desk.

"I bet you both have a bang-up night."Grant gloated as he came in his emasculate pet's ass.

Patrick groaned as he lifted his majority from the break sofa. He wondered what inconsiderate asshole would be knocking so late. It was nearly seven and he was already on his fifth beer.

Ian knocked again. The two story sign was run down, and in a bad neighborhood. One of the front line windows was spiderwebbed with cracks.

The couple stood waiting on the porch. Ian in a abruptly garden pink sundress. Wendy in a blue miniskirt and white hackamore with no bra. Her dismal ring of color clearly seeable through the thin stuff.

They both wore matching white stockings.

When the door finally opened, Ian's breath caught in his throat. The man who had made his childhood a keep netherworld grinned down at him.

Wrinkly, older, his heftiness turned to fat, and a big turn belly beneath a greasy tee shirt. The old man still intimidated his son.

"Huh. If it ain't my little poof. Finally dressing like he always wanted."St. Patrick chuckled as he looked his son up and down."And you show up with a prostitute ?"

"D ... dad ? This is my wife. Wendy."Ian felt in a daze. Was he really a grown up ? Or was he a child again ?

"Yeah, that seems about right. The only woman you could'a got is one you paid for."

"I'm not a whore. And I love your son. beloved Ian."Wendy boldly protested.

"Huh, c'mon in then."The old man turned and ushered them in."Why are you here, fuckwit ? I ain't got no money for ya."

Ian took a oceanic abyss breath."I ... I'm a sissy cuck. My ... passkey demanded that I offer you my wife for the night. To do whatever you want to her."Ian found himself looking at his understructure as he explained. slick, tweed high bounder over his white stockings. He couldn't bring himself to look his wife or his Church Father in the oculus.

Patrick grinned and stepped close to Wendy. She grimaced and looked away in shame, as the old man brazenly flipped her shirt up. Her bombastic breasts fully bared to him."Nice tits."He told her as he gave them a firm squeeze."Yeah, ok. I'll fuck your whore wife, you little shit."

Patric pulled the brunette into a close embracement."There's an old dog house out back. seize a blanket and go sleep out there. While I rock this bitch's world."

Patric followed Ian to the backdoor. Tossing him a ratty blanket as they passed the little laundry way. Then the sissy was out in the plump for 1000.

"Let's get something straight ..."Ian could pick up the old cocksucker slap his wife as the door closed.

With rip in his center, the sissy stepped into the fenced in kennel. He wrapped the cover around himself and cuddled in the large dog house as a back tarradiddle window opened. Shedding some brightness level on the cover yard.

Soon he could hear his wife gasping with sexual pleasure. His Father's own fuck moans sending shivers down his spine. The episodic needlelike ginger snap of a hand striking peel would carry across the chiliad. Spanks or smack, Ian had no way of knowing.

It was a long dark. His father seemed to have the stamina of a twenty year old.

In the morning, Ian gently sucked on his sire's balls. The old man's hitch cock rested against the sissy's facial expression. slipperiness with reinvigorated jizz and Wendy's snatch juice.

Wendy had made breakfast. Now she sat following to the old man on the couch. He happily groped her between sting of bacon and goner. The milksop on his knees before his Padre. Serving him in a way no son should.

"Yeah, we are going to have to get together like this more often, pussy."The old man chuckled above his son.

Grant smirked down at his pet."Sounds like you both had a great time with your old man."He taunted.

Wendy was laying across her master's lap. nude painting except for a black garter and stockings. And her high blackguard. Her ass was red and throbbing from a spanking. She moaned quietly as grant fucked her with two fingers.

Ian knelt in the heart of the room. Still in his lacy bra, though his pantie lay discarded nearby. He also had a garter and stockings. Matching his wife's. His tiny prick still stung from the hot wax Grant had dripped all over it.

"Saturday night I have a really fun program for the two of you. make certainly you take superfluous care getting ready before you come over.

Wendy gasped as her master's ovolo flicked her sensitive clitoris. Her body shivered as she was taken by a small orgasm.

"I wonder what he has planned for us."Grant said as he stepped into the master bedroom Friday night. They were both naked and excited to sleep together. One of only three nights they were allowed per workweek.

"Something vile no doubt."Wendy said as she looked thoughtfully at her sissified husband.

With his fragile eubstance plucked and his make up on he really did look like a girlfriend. Even naked, his bantam sissy bulge was easy to overlook.

She ordered him to put on a purple lace panty and nighty. Cropped to evince off his smooth tummy.

On the bed he lay between her thighs. Licking her to orgasm as she squeezed her big tits and thought about her master's cock.

Then she let him lay down and pulled his panties down fat enough so she could suck his little dicklette in her lip.

She couldn't assistance a unusual smell of pity as she sucked the sissy off. Like she was doing something no one would sanction of.

Afterward they held each other lovingly. Drifting asleep together.

They were both dressed in cute grey cocktail dresses. short circuit and a bit indecent, though neutral for almost of the activities their master had called upon them to do.

"I have a admirer who runs a bordello."Duncan James Corrow Grant smiled at his favourite."You are going to prostitute your wife."

Ian's eye went wide with shock, but Wendy just nodded her head. She had piddling shame or reserve leftfield after the last few weeks.

Grant drove them to a declamatory house in a scummy socio-economic class pulley-block near the airport. When they went in they were greeted by half a dozen washed out women in lingerie. And a smattering of men in cheap concern suits.

subsidization worked things out with the madam.

"Great. Ian strip to your underwear."The milksop had a babe bluing, silk bra and panty. Along with clean stockings. Ulysses Grant made him kneel near the entrance and tied the milksop's wrists behind his dorsum.

He wrote ‘ PLEASE, FUCK MY WHORE wife. $ 50'on Ian's tum in hot pink lipstick.

Wendy changed into a white, short lace annulus and co-ordinated camisole. She was by a heavy margin the most attractive woman there.

Then they waited. With her standing next to her husband looking sultry.

Soon the first john paid for Ian's wife. An older man, he paid the madam with a course credit identity card who gave him a clam and instructions in return.

The old man grinned as he walked back and shoved the dollar in Ian's step-in and led Wendy away.

Before long the old man and Wendy returned. The John gave Ian a firm slap across his font and left with a smile.

The evening turned into a yearn night of dollar bills, fucks and smacking. Fourteen men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end.

Ian spent to the highest degree of the night with tears in his eyes. His heart breaking a little more each sentence a stranger led his wife away.

Something about being so complicit in selling her body. Something about accepting the dollars as a pittance for breaking their affaire killed a little of his mortal.

When they got home early in the morning they both slept in their own sleeping accommodation.

Sunday started with a call option from grant. The self-satisfied man asked how they enjoyed their first foray into being whores. Then moved on without waiting for an reply.

He was excited about the orderliness he had to hold the pathetic couple. The next part of his headmaster plan.

Ian put on a cute garden pink bra and panty set. With little blue fore on his pelvis and in between the cupful. He also had a tweed supporter and stockings and a niggling Amytal bow in his tomentum.

Wendy wore a red lace one opus with a thong back. The lace was sheer enough that her breasts were clearly visible. As was the fact that her pussy was bald.

She has stockings that matched Ian, but without the garter.

They took a abstruse breath. Then walked out into the sunny day of their back yard.

Wendy got the mower out and Ian grabbed the gardening basket.

When they started on the social movement yard they drew onlooker. gondola slowed down as they passed. Neighbors peeked out of windows.

Wendy, sweaty and nearly nude as she pushed the mower. Ian looking like a pansy in women's underwear as he knelt and weeded the flush beds.

"I'm not sure we are up for a party."Wendy weakly protested.

"That wasn't a request."Hiram Ulysses Grant growled over the sound."Be at Hank's by seven."Then he hung up.

"A party with the boys."Wendy told Ian.

"I ... what should I tire ? Do they know ? Oh god, what if Grant told them the matter he made us do ?"

Wendy patted his shoulder."I'll help you pick out a nice dress. If Grant hasn't told them, then we will say you've taken up crossdressing."

Wendy led him to his way. Now fully decked out like a teenaged girl's bedroom, as Duncan James Corrow Grant had purchased humiliating items for him. In summation to the princess vanity, the bed was a pinko frilly canopy nightmare. Complete with half a 12 fluffy pillows and stuffed animals. The wallpaper was white with pink hearts. There was a pinkish armchair in one nook and a big wooden rocking horse in another. Big enough that Ian could use it with just a bit of irritation. One wall even had two bill poster on it. One was of three stripped down aphrodisiacal firemen. The early a sexy vampire man with a big gibbosity in his pants.

Ian had been ordered to wank three multiplication a week while staring at the placard.

Wendy opened his bureau and pulled out a stool pigeon yellow, lace bra and step-in set. Then a short, puritanical frock with a pleated chick and a button up top. His bra was visible through the whiten cloth. A couple of white high blackguard and a blue whisker bow completed his ensemble.

"No stockings ?"He asked a short foiled. He actually liked when they wore jibe stockings. Without their annulus it had become a strange form of intimacy to them both.

"Not tonight, milksop,"Wendy told him as she caressed his face.

Then she headed to her own room while he got dressed.

Wendy's bedroom was a bit more stark. knit bed, chest of drawers and small dressing table.

She was getting more excited by the minute though. Surely Grant hadn't told the others what he had done to her. The eve would help her feel like her old ego. Hanging out among old Quaker.

She pulled out a pink silk thong and matching half cup bra. Wondering if they would wager any of those stripping game. Usually she was only leave when she was drunk. Tonight though ...

The sentiment of existent men seeing her in her aphrodisiac underclothes turned her on. The bra couldn't even successfully shroud her mammilla. Her little berries would be on showing for all to see.

She pulled on a thin tank-top. Grey so her areola didn't show through, though her pap were clearly outlined in the textile.

Then a twosome of tight workout shorts to fit. Small enough that the bottom edge of her asscheeks were visible.

Then they were in the car and on their way.

They walked around the position of Hanks sign of the zodiac. They could find out people on the patio. Wendy smiled as she turned the niche and saw her Quaker.

Ian picked up on the foreign humour right away. There was anticipation in the air. An ineptitude not caused by his women's wear.

Then he noticed the solely other wife was Tilda. The chubby blonde.

"Lookin respectable, Ian !"Bart said in what seemed like a gay voice, though the sissy thought he caught a predatory edge to the man's spokesperson.

That's what he felt, Ian realized as Ben handed Wendy a boozing. The male child had always seemed like vulture to him, but now it felt like it was out in the capable.

"Ah ! The whore of honor has arrived. And her misfortunate Milquetoast cuck."Grant announced as he stepped out of the house behind them.

Ian saw a shudder run through Wendy. The shock absorber on her grimace. The thin veneer of normality she had built for herself shattering.

The go had been broken. The son hungrily grinned at the subservient mates.

President Grant stepped close and put an arm around Wendy's waistline. He could finger the beautiful woman trembling as he hugged her."The male child have been waiting to see more of you fore some time."He brazenly reaches for her big tits with his dislodge handwriting. Squeezing them in straw man of the crowd. Savoring the break in look of despair on her beautiful face."I've told them all about your new office in my company."

"Yeah, on your knees, adulteress !"Tilda called out. Wendy shuddered at the venom in the chubby womanhood's vocalism.

"Let's get this party started."Grant grinned, licking the incline of Wendy's neck. He moved her up on the patio, so everyone could get a estimable view."Now show the boys what you've selfishly been keeping from them."He ordered, stepping away.

Ian gasped when Tilda grabbed him and pulled him to the side. Away from the son and his wife. She lay down on a lounger and pulled him down next to her bulk."They're going to wreck your whore wife, sissy."She whispered in his ear.

On the terrace, Wendy gripped the bottom of her tank-top. She didn't have enough ego left to resist. Her self regard had been burned away by Grant. If the men she considered her old, and best Friend wanted to abuse her ... she wouldn't resist.

The pile up male child cheered as she pulled the greyness shirt over her head. Her hard nipples visible just above the half-cup bra.

She turned and knack way over to pull her shortstop down. Obediently making sure the show was exciting for the men. The lose weight cloth slipped over her amaze ass. Now mostly revealed. Only her thong protected her modesty.

Standing back up she reached back with one hand. Covering her big breasts with the other. Hiding her tits as the garden pink bra fell to the dry land.

The boys cheered again when she revealed her boob with a fiddling flourish. Looking to subsidization for approval.

Tilda groped Ian's chest through his wearing apparel, as they watched. Rubbing him through his lace bra.

Wendy nibbled her lower lip. Then quickly pulled her panties off. She stood before the men in all her nude halo. Waiting for her future indignity.

"I think the male child deserve an apologia for the way you've treated them. Keeping your goody for yourself. Or sorry, for that sissy."

He stepped up and pushed her to her hands and knees."Crawl ..."He sneered, savoring the word."Crawl to each man and say your sorry. Then kiss his penis to show your submission."

shivering, Wendy crawled on her custody and stifle to the first man. Ben quickly pulled his intemperately prick out as she whimpered,"I'm so meritless, sir. Muh ... my ass is yours to play with."Then she leaned in and pressed her lips against the tip of his dick.

"holy shag !"Ben gasped as she gave his turncock a long kiss.

Then she crawled to the next man. Another dick kiss. This time with a small tongue. As she crawled away he slapped her round ass hard. Leaving a easygoing red deal print.

So did the next man, and the following. Wendy crawled to each of her ally. Kissing gumshoe and getting spanked. Decisively showing everyone, including herself what her new purpose in the chemical group was.

On the lounger, fat Tilda had pulled off Ian's dress. She was grinning and giggling as she watched Wendy humiliated. Her mitt was in Ian's lily-livered, enlace panties. She pinched and pulled on his tiny prick as Wendy debased herself.

Most of the men had pulled out their phones and were taking pictures of the beautiful naked woman as Cary Grant made her pose.

"You want the boys to have something to remember this dark by, don't you ?"He asked her as he made her bending over a chair."Wiggle that cute ass for the camera."He ordered. The naked cleaning woman obediently obeyed.

Over and over she posed. On her men and stifle, kissing Grant's shoe. On a chair, her legs wide, finger's breadth pulling her pussylips apart. On her knee, squeezing her big tits together and licking her lips for the camera.

Tilda has stripped and forced the pantywaist to the ground. His face buried between her meaty second joint. She moaned and squeezed her own breasts as he licked her wet cunt.

The boys lifted Wendy up and placed her on another lounge chair. Hank pulled her implements of war above her head and tied her wrists to the frame, as grant had told him.

Her cruel schoolmaster leaned in and whispered in her ear as he pinched her nipple."I want you to finger helpless for this future part."He pushed a rubber ball gag into her mouth."You always thought of us as your friend. We always thought of you as another snatch to fuck."He gave her a sneer as he tightened the gag's strap.

Wendy's chief was spinning as Hank lay down on top of her. Then she moaned as his big dick penetrated her helpless pussy.

The big man groped her nipple. Squeezing unnecessarily hard as he fucked her. He grunted as his prick speared bass inside the bound peach.

After Hank shot his load inside her she was mounted by the adjacent. Ben happily gave her face a few slap as his tool slid into her waterlogged cunt. Then he moved on to her titty. Smacking them back and Forth. Enjoying the way they jiggled and bounced as she squealed into her gag.

Over and over the boys fucked and abused her. Running a string on her beautiful pussy. They had each taken some ED tablet so they could get it on her more than than once.

By the clip they were done, Wendy's pussy was a gaping mess. Sore and caked with jizz. She had been brought to a handful of powerful coming, and lay there exhausted.

"Ah, ah, ah ! Not clip to sleep yet, you stupid cum dumpster."Tilda stood naked and declamatory above the bound cleaning lady. She pulled the ballgag out of Wendy's oral fissure."My turn."

The fat woman settled her volume on the beautiful mess. Straddling the bound girls font. She rubbed her crotch against Wendy's lips, already wet from Ian's cunt licking.

Wendy obediently licked and sucked the fat cleaning lady's pussy. A break one's back even to other fair sex's pleasure.

The boys laughed as Cary Grant forced Ian to cower between his married woman's legs. Submissively the pantywaist began to lap up the Alpha's cum.

Grant stood behind the wimp and raised a leather belt. Ian squealed as he was whipped. The leather kissing a dividing line of attack through his lace panties.

Finally the son started to leave. Joking and marveling over the painting they had taken, the ill-usage they had given, and the potentiality for the future.

Soiled and used, Wendy and Ian made their way back to their car. Then back home. They showered together and lay down in the schoolmaster bedroom. Snuggling each early to sleep.



Monday Grant had his two deary in his office. A improbable man with a thin mustache and an expensive courtship sat on a chair in the street corner watching.

"I'm very proud of the two of you. I think you are ready for the next whole tone on your journey. landing strip naked."He ordered the couple.

"This is Mr. Jorst."Their master explained as the brace quickly got nude painting."He brought papers for you to sign that will vacate your pitiful excuse for a marriage."

Wendy and Ian both gasped as they removed the last of their dress. Grant grinned at the mates. Waiting to see if either would resist.

When they didn't all four gathered around President Grant's big Natalie Wood desk.

"Uhrum. Now. These papers state the marriage is unlawful as Ian has never been a proper man."The tall lawyer harrumphed at them."Would you say that is even off girl ?"

Wendy hesitated, then gave a slight nod. Mr. Jorst showed her the dozen place on the document that she had to sign or initial.

When she took the pen and leaned down he grabbed her hip from behind. She gasped when he pushed her even further. The lawyer's long slim down tool pushed easily into her kitty.

"That's it miss. Be a good female child and sign. Uhrum."He ordered.

There were tears in her eyes as she signed the document. Though she didn't hesitate. Her tits slapped together as the marvellous lawyer fucked her from behind.

"Uh, hungh. thoroughly, good !"

When she was done he pulled out and pushed her away."Uma, now you boy."Mr. Jorst said.

Ian openly wept as he started to sign. The lawyer shoved his slimy dick far up his ass.

When Ian had signed all the billet the tall man kept him there. Pushing him so his chest was across the annulment documents. The pantywaist whimpered with each thrust of the man.

Finally Mr. Jorst groaned loudly as he came in the wimp. Then he stepped away."Uh, ha. Very dependable then. You are both now single."

With a nod to the beaming Grant, the lawyer took the document and left.

"Wonderful."Ulysses Grant said. Grinning down at his darling plaything. Ian and Wendy knelt on the trading floor. Hugging each other.

"Now the real fun begins."He told the two slaves .