Wendy wore the shortest chick she owned. A bluing, ruffle thing that stopped a few inches short of her knees. Underneath she wore red lace panties Ian had bought her for Valentine a couple old age ago, and never wore again.

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

She wore a matching bra under a slender, button up blouse. Sheer enough to have out the scheme of her bra. Nearly half the push were undone.

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

"It ... this will be ok."Her hubby tried to ascertain her. Placing his script on her berm. He had driven wearing nothing but a pair of shameful boxer. He hated to admit to himself that it felt Wyrd to fag men's underwear instead of panty.

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

Duncan James Corrow Grant smirked when he answered his front threshold."My two whores."He pulled Wendy into a kiss right there in social movement of the neighborhood. His hand slipping up the back of her skirt and squeezing her round ass.

Grant finally ushered them in."Be a good little genus Beta and volunteer her to me."He ordered.

"I ... uh ... Grant, would you ... would you like to fuck my wife ?"Ian stumbled through word of honor he never thought he would say.

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

"President Grant, my pathetic dick isn't estimable enough for my beautiful married woman. I happily give her to you to use. Would you teach her how to be the cocotte she is ?"The pansy obediently offered.

"Much better."subsidization grinned, pulling Wendy close."Hear that ? Your pathetic hubby freely gives you to me."His mitt dug into her shirt, under her bra. Cruelly pinching and tugging at her nipple."He doesn't even try to crusade for you."All Ian could do is look down at his substructure pathetically as his wife was molested in front of him.

Soon subsidisation had pulled both her titmouse out. One arm around her waist, he lifted her skirt up and shoved his manus into her lace scanty.

"You need to shave this, slut. A proper whore has a pussy as smooth as silk."Duncan James Corrow Grant tugged painfully at her curly brown pubic hairs.

Wendy grunted as the Alpha forced her to bend over the arm of his lounge. He flipped up her doll and yanked down her red panties.

She let out a long moan as his big peter entered her. She hated to admit that it really was so much more satisfying than her husband's. It seemed to tint her everywhere inside. delight everything.

Ian put his hands behind his back as his wife was fucked. His midget pud getting stiff in his boxers.

subsidization happily slapped Wendy's ass in time with his thrusts. Slowly turning her sick ass pink, then red.

After he finally came inside her she just lay there waiting. Hiram Ulysses Grant grabbed Ian's hair and forced him to his knees. Shoving his sissy face in his wife's sloppy puss.

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 orgasm. She pushed back and rubbed her used kitty-cat on her sissy married man's brass as she gasped her pleasure.

When his two ducky had finished Grant had them strip show. Then he handed Wendy a strap-on with a big black dildo.

"Now you take another stair in learning your proper place. Your married man is so wretched, even his own married woman is going to jazz him up the ass."The cruel boss chuckled as the beautiful woman pulled on the fuck instrument.

Ian submissively bent over the arm of the couch. The Same maculation his wife was fucked just present moment before.

Ulysses Grant handed the fair sex some lubricant. Wendy generously applied it to the dildo. Then to her husband's ass.

"Tell your married man that he's no man. You know what I want to hear."Grant said from behind her. His hands reaching around to wreak with her big nipple.

"Ian ... you're ... you're not really a husband. I've just been shame fucking you because you're so piteous. You couldn't fill me like grant can. This roll in the hay should help you realize you aren't a man in this relationship."Wendy had crying in her optic as she started to bear on the head of the dildo into her husband's ass.

She felt terrible. Like she was betraying their vows. Their love.

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

Grant chuckled. He sat down to observe as Wendy fucked her hubby's ass.

Wendy's big tits jiggled with her stab. She winced every time she shoved the dildo into her married man's ass. His painful, girly whines like claws on her somebody.

Eventually Ian drizzled his footling cummies down the side of the couch. Grant pulled Wendy off him and made the epicene slug it up.

Grant took their wearing apparel and threw them out his front door.

"Time for my whores to leave. Buy some sexier clothes and shave that forest."He ordered them pushing the twain out the door. Naked and soiled.

Quickly they tried to treat 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 close."Ssh. I know. It's ok. We are going to both do things that may hurt. Besides, it kind of turned me on to have you dominate me.

When they got 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 wardrobe. They started with Wendy. She picked out some shirts and bird that were more risqué than common. Then she picked out a bunch of lingerie. Silk and lace. Thongs and nightgown.

The beautiful wife shivered every time she pulled on a G-string or bikini bottom or shorts. Her newly shaved cunny tingled with excitement at each touch.

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

Wendy spread her legs wide of the mark. She thought of Grant as her fingers dipped into her dearest pot. She should ingest been buying these aphrodisiacal dress for her husband. To please him.

Instead they were for Grant. Evil Grant and his big cock. She bit her clinched clenched fist and shuddered through a small orgasm.

Her sissy husband waited patiently on the other position of the changing elbow room door.

Then it was Ian's turn. They only picked out clothes from the ‘ ladies'division. Skirts and dresses. Blouses and lingerie.

Ian blushed every meter he stepped out of the dressing elbow room to depict off. His diminutive pud hard with hullabaloo.

Wendy was horrified to find 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.

"feel like someone likes dressing like a girl."She said, stepping closing curtain and reaching under the short skirt he was showing off. Her fingers found his punishing prick. She tugged him as he licked his lower lip in excitement."Ok, back in there you ridiculous sissy."

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

Wendy found she couldn't restrain her script off him. Reaching under his skirt to stuff his ass or pet his hawkshaw. Running her finger up and down his liquid blouse.

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

After dinner they made have sex long into the nighttime. Fully aware that grant would stay to corrupt their kinship. Their sexuality.

"Please, Amy. I'm just a worthless whore. My silly, sissy hubby penury to learn his blank space. I want you to do whatever you want with him."Wendy was on her human knee before Ian's ugly fat co-worker.

Both she and Ian were stripped down to their intimate apparel. It was Mon morning time and she had dropped her married man off. Ian wasn't allowed to repel any to a greater extent.

"That's far too masculine for a wet Milquetoast like him."Ulysses Grant had told them. The roughshod man now standing behind them grinning at this new humiliation he was forcing on them. Making Wendy offer her eff husband to another fair sex.

"Ha ! What a dumb cunt."Amy said. She reached down and slapped Wendy across the case. Causing the submissive female child to gasp with shock and a strange excitement."Sure, I'll teach your worthless, goofball, husband a thing or two."

The fat fair sex grabbed Ian's hairsbreadth and painfully pulled his face to her genitalia as she sat down. The pantywaist obediently tugged down the big adult female's jeans as Hiram Ulysses Grant pulled Wendy to the door.

The brunet couldn't take her center off her husband until the room access closed behind them. Her last glance was of Ian lacing and kissing the fat woman's thighs. A tender act that used to be reserved for her alone.

But then, so was what she was doing for Grant. consequence later she straddled his bare lap. Her scanty on the story. Grinding her pussy against his big, gruelling, prick. She couldn't stop shivering as his fuck rod caressed her newly bald cunny. She felt strangely vulnerable, sensitive.

He was sucking then biting her hard tit. Savoring her submission to his every whim.

"We are going out to eat tonight, whore."He informed her, gripping her hips tight."You will snip like a total hussy. So will sissy Ian. I want you both to be humiliated when we walk into that restaurant, understand ?"

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

"And you will strike the bus, so as many mass as possible will see my lie with toys."

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

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

Wendy picked Ian up after workplace and took him to a couple stores. She had decided they would pick up some especially slutty wearing apparel for their dinner party.

She picked out a short, metro dress for her emasculate husband. Shiny silver and it didn't quite track his ass. He was continuously tugging it down.

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

Wendy picked out a leopard print top. Basically just two strap that barely covered her mamilla and then met to wrap up 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 supporting. She needed to use especial tape to relieve oneself surely her nipples stayed covered.

For a buttocks she wore a short-change schoolgirl's skirt. Like Ian's it didn't quite cover her round ass. She wore a silk flip-flop that offered her a small modesty. Though none for her derrière.

She also wore fishnets. They matched her husband's. Something about that comforted her. An closeness they could ploughshare.

Wendy figured they would need to find ways to portion that affaire. It was obvious that Duncan Grant intended to strip away the bonds that most distich took for granted.

They both had black-market, high hound. Stilettos. Neither were super well-heeled walk in them. Ian was just barely used to fixture high 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 woman staring back at her. Her foresightful chocolate-brown pilus was now up and she looked like a whore who was trying to move upscale.

"I know, honey."Ian gave her a jazz hug."Grant wants to bust down our resistivity. This is another step in that. If we can dress like this in world, we will dress 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 small amount of lusty smiling. Wendy couldn't help shivering with excitement. Somehow what she was wearing was even more humiliating than if she had boarded the bus fully nude person. She kept reaching up to cease her giant tits from wobbling. Which merely drew more attention to the large pendulous orbs.

They met a beaming Hiram Ulysses Grant just outside the fancy restaurant."Excellent. You both look like complete whores."He said as he pulled Wendy in for a kiss. Squeezing her beat bottom under her curt doll.

Wendy shivered as they walked into the eatery. well dressed men and fair sex sat eating and chatting at tables. When they looked at her it was with obvious disdain. Like she was worthless. gutter trumpery to be used then tossed away.

She tried to hold open her caput down through the repast, but couldn't help looking up to see who was watching. She shivered every time she made eye striking. Feeling dehumanized and more unworthy each clock time.

By the end of the meal a change had come over her. And over her sissy husband. The chagrin had swallowed their self-importance. Leaving them even more timid and submissive.

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

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

The couple simply mumbled ‘ yes sir'and lifted their short skirts. Cooks and busboys grinned as they looked at Wendy's shaved cunt. Then a small cheer went up as she started to thumb herself. Ian pulling on his tiny bump adjacent to her.

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

Neither lasted long. When done assignment ushered them out the back into the dour skittle alley. Chuckling as the kitchen door closed on them.

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

Wendy had been ordered to wear inappropriate clothes to work by her passe-partout. After the Mon nighttime dinner party she had slight pick but spring in.

Wednesday she found herself stepping into an important client encounter. Wearing a blouse that exposed an indecent sum of her massive cleavage. As well as a doll that was immodestly short-change and slit up one position, showing off the top of her stocking.

Her partner in the meeting was Bev. An older woman who Wendy had beaten out for a promotion almost a year ago. They had been bitter rival before that. Now they were dynamic antagonist. The onetime fair sex took every chance to undermine Wendy's work.

The older woman gave Wendy an astound feeling when she saw how she was dressed. The men in the get together couldn't arrest staring at the submissive woman's tits.

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

Now it was almost as if she was the older womanhood's assistant.

The client certainly seemed to call back so.

After they were finished, the men shuffled out. The two professional char 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 drumhead down.

Bev grinned. She could sense some form of variety in the younger woman. It was obvious she could overwork it. But how ?

Bev wanted to humiliate the girl like she had been humiliated when she was passed over. She grinned at Wendy's back. Her rung ass nearly exposed by her short doll as she bent over the table.

Bev felt an awful sense of power and exhilaration as she swatted the Lester Willis Young woman's ass. Wendy's foreland jerked up and she gasped in surprise.

"You aren't better than me now. Are you, whore ?"Bev asked. She grabbed the cleaning woman's long brown pilus 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 blow landed on her rear.

"You have everyone fooled, but not me."Bev said as she lifted Wendy's skirt up past her turn ass. Revealing two beautiful wan eyeball hugging a silk lash."What a tart. You're just a lying, manipulative bitch. Probably slept your way to your position. Didn't you !"The honest-to-goodness cleaning woman continued to accentuate her words with sharp smack on Wendy's now scanty asscheeks.

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

Of form, where she was, was bent over a shelve getting spanked by a co-worker.

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

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

Cary Grant was slowly and successfully dehumanizing the young twain. Ian was further along than Wendy. Things like wearing women's clothes all the time 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 workplace. Yet she continued to dress like a cyprian. She was for certain to lose her job soon.

subsidisation had dreamed up some new chagrin for her. They were to be done mostly in buck private. Simply a way to establish her that she was his belonging even when he wasn't there.

The low gear ... Quiet sentence. Between four and nine in the even, on weekdays, she was to endure some cast of ball gag.

"Whores are to be seen. Not heard."He had told her."club has incorrectly taught you that should have a voice."Her vicious 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 mouth. Other shoppers staring and smirking at her.

The second private humiliation ... T-mail. Before she could take the gag out she had to discase, alone in her elbow room. Then she had to run a strip of channel tape from the top of her bald pubic mound, down to cover her stripped cunny. Then a slice each across her big white meat. Making sure to address her nipple.

At her leisure she was to tear the tape recording off. Fast or slow, was her alternative. starting time her tit. Then her kitty. Always leaving her skin raw and burning.

The tape across her crotch was then to be mailed to Hiram Ulysses Grant.

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

The third gear humiliation was that they were to keep separate room. The superior sleeping accommodation was to belong to to their maestro. During the workweek 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 sleep together in the maestro bedchamber.

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

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

It was Fri afternoon. Wendy had stopped by to pick up her epicene husband from oeuvre. originally she had been given a live word of advice at work for dress code violations.

Grant had quickly fucked her over his desk. pressing her big tits and her cheek against the hard wood as he thrust into her. Then he took his raw pets to the breakroom.

There he led them to a metal frying pan on the counter. 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 former in repugnance."They are unnecessary reminder of vows that no longer put on to you."

The couple stood together. With his principal lowered, Ian let his ring ‘ clunk !'into the pan.

Wendy rubbed hers for a moment. It's weight had been a constant reminder of their love. A substantiation of their enduring partnership.

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

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

Wendy packed up her office. bout in her heart and a heavy weight in her chest.

She had been fired. She knew it was coming and wanted desperately to address Ian. To try his comforting voice.

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

thing got worse when Bev came in to triumph."Finally got what you deserve ? skilful expulsion, you trash."The older woman grinned with her arms crossed, holding a theme sack.

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

"Please just go."Wendy begged, but the woman just shook her principal.

"airstrip, whore. You love showing off that slutty organic structure. Let me show you what you're really worth."

Wendy wanted to defy. To hollo at the woman to leave.

Instead she had to watch Bev's grin get wider as her dress slowly fell to the floor.

"Bet you think son like a female child with big cow udders like you."Bev said stepping forward. She pinched Wendy's nipples and twisted them as she talked."Not true. They just know you'll spread your whore branch at the fall of a hat."

The woman finally let go and made the younger woman kneel. Bev took a moment to smirk down at her contender. She savored her triumph over the new cleaning lady. Then she pulled a big jar out of the hammock. beloved.

The older charwoman poured it all over Wendy's consistence. Mostly from the neck down. binge filled Wendy's eyes as the sticky muck began to handle her beautiful body.

The slavish womanhood shivered as the goopy honey covered her big tits. As it seeped into her crotch. Like a titan dear bee jizzing all over her.

Bev chuckled, relishing her great power over the submissive beef. She used her bare hands to spread the honey all over. Taking her clip rubbing it on Wendy's colossus udders.

A shiver of excitation ran through the older cleaning lady as her fingers massaged down between the beautiful brunet's thighs. She ignored her wicked lust as she groped another fair sex's sex. Smearing the dear all over Wendy's kitty-cat.

Then she pulled out a bag of feathers.

"This is just a monitor of your stead in the world."Bev said as she pressed the feathers all over Wendy's viscid body. Making sure to pass over the girl's pillowy white meat. And taking an extra large handful and mashing it forcefully against Wendy's cunny.

Then she made the Brigham Young char get dressed over her honey and plumage. She actually helped the humiliated fille finish packing. Then escorted her all the way out to her car. Past snickering, quondam co-workers. Giving her a jaunty wave and smiling as she drove off.

The plume were rough under her apparel, and President Grant laughed when he saw them.

She had hurried past Ian's desk outside. Duncan Grant's threshold was slammed in the sissy's face, though he could enjoin his wife was disconcert. He wasn't allowed to comfort her. His philia breaking just a picayune as he sat down. His finger rubbing where his closed chain had been.

Grant made Wendy strip, then kneel under his desk. She spent the quietus of the day there. Sucking and licking her professional's dick. Feeling bemire and foul covered in the sticky honey and scratchy feathers.

That's where she spent the rest period of the week. There or on subsidization's office lounge typing up short letter on a laptop.

She was his personal help now. Left with little choice but to crop for him. As he had planned.

Ian gave the swarthy client a provisionary smile as he took the man's empty cup. Grant had left him waiting in receipt while he finished a shout.

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

Ian could just barely see his wife as the door opened. She was naked and bent grass over Grants desk. Her ass toward the door. Her wrists and ankle joint spread and tied the the wooden desk.

He shivered when he heard the swarthy man chuckle as he unbuckled his belt. Then the doorway closed.

Soon Ian winced when he heard the acutely CRACK ! of the belt through the threshold. His wife's dire rallying cry over and over in reception as she was abused.

Unbidden, his tiny Milquetoast bump got hard.

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

Probably breaking them.

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

They snuggled together after failing to lay down attender, normal love.

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

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

Ian stood and crossed to the dresser. His tiny penis was already twitching from his married woman's humiliating give-and-take.

Ian's milksop body shivered as he pulled on White person stockings. His dicklette fully hard by the time both were on.

"A agree negligee too. You pitiable wimp."She told him. So he pulled on a snowy lacing top. One that didn't cover his disgraceful crotch.

When he moved back to the bed Wendy pushed him to his rachis and straddled his fork. Moaning as she slid his short peter into her wet gob.

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

This was it. This was the alone time Ian even felt half a man. With his penis in his married woman. Even this had been tainted by Duncan James Corrow Grant. He was impotent if he wasn't reminded how much of a sissy he had become.

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

Ian had a routine in the morn. One Grant designed to be degrading. To constantly cue him of his place.

He had to wake former than his married woman. When he slipped out of bed he put on high bounder. Not his employment blackguard. These are just for around the house. Then he pulled on a baby patrician wrapper 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 take a bubble bath. ‘ Pink Dreams'was his firebrand. Ian would be careful to trim off any offending hairs on his milksop body.

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

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

The makeup table is something Grant bought him. A girly situation made for a sissy. It was white woodwind instrument with pink frilly cloth stapled to the bound. With a big mirror and mint of drawer. It had a pit chair with a fancy back, and pink upholstered seat. Also with frills.

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

Then he would deplumate on a dress or a skirt and blouse. He would get in the car on the rider side and his wife would force them to shape.

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

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

"I have a fun night planned for us Saturday."concession announced to his favourite.

He sat on his lounge, naked. Wendy following to him in a blue negligee. Her point in his lap, bobbing up and down as she stacked his pecker.

Ian knelt on the level in front. He wore a knock lacing bra and duplicate panty. He held Ian's powerful human foot by the ankle and hound.

Slowly the sissy licked his boss's foot. His tongue would make a motion up one side. He would kiss, ten suck a toe. Then he would work out back down.

Grant loved the way the sissy's tongue felt on his base. 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 mouth. The beautiful woman desperately swallowing his slimy jizz.

Then he pushed her to the level succeeding to her married man. Obediently she picked up his leave foot. She looked up at him and met assignment eyes. Looking humiliated as she sucked his big toe in her sassing.

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

The submissive match continued to draw and kiss their master copy's groundwork. Humiliated, but obedient on the base before him.

Ian still had some men's article of clothing in a box in the basement. Grant figured there would be time he wanted him to profess to be a man.

That Sabbatum they all went to a bar. Grant arrived first, with a date. A Whitney Young blonde woman. Then Ian came in and got a tabular array.

Finally Wendy. Dressed slutty and hot. She sat at the bar and scoped the place out. She was to pick the ugliest guy. somebody who would normally be going home alone. At some point she would invite him back to the alley and render him a blowjob.

Ian would let to sneak back to vigil.

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

Wendy led him into the bet on hall and out of sight. A moment later Ian got up to come.

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

"Excited to follow your wife with another man ?"The tall man stepped forward with each word. Forcing the sissy back by his bare comportment. Down the entrance hall. Past the bathrooms. Into a minor storage way.

The old man swiftly grabbed Ian's hair with one hand, and shoved his former down the submissive man's slacks.

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

The sissy's facial expression stung as he was pushed to his knees. The old man quickly pulled out his hanker shaft. Tapping it against Ian's face."give us a good suck, boy."The old man said.

Ian looked up from his kneeling status, at the man's grinning case. Then he submissively nodded. He took as much of the strange man's peter in his mouth as he could.

Outside, just feet 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 complete alien as if her marriage ceremony vows meant nothing. She had just walked up to him and asked, ‘ want me to suck in your dick in the alley ?'like a common whore.

Because that's what she was.

Her consistency shivered with agitation as she massaged the man's sweaty balls. As butterball leaned forward and reached beneath her.

She could finger her top rent as he yanked it open to paw at her breasts. Roughly mauling her behemoth tits once he set them rid.

Wendy moaned with painfulness and lust.

Inside the old man chuckled each time he thrust his putz deep in the gagging epicene's throat. He had a handful of Ian's haircloth painfully grabbed on each incline of his heading and was roughly side fucking the WIMP. Ian had snag in his eye from the approximative treatment.

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

Obediently, the sissy didn't sup. Opening his oral fissure to show the old man. Trying to brush aside the warm, disgusting, slime on his tongue.

"Ha ! Good. Wonderful. You really are just a sissy."The old man watched Ian. Gloating in his supremacy of the younger man. Savoring Ian's chagrin. A alien's jizz pooled on his epicene tongue.

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

The man walked out as Ian gulped down his jizz.

outside, Wendy gulped down her own payload 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 relaxation of the scrap.

Later Grant's escort laughed at the pathetic pair. Wendy and Ian were naked. On their knees in Duncan James Corrow Grant's back yard. Their asses were in the air and brass pressed to the mud as the blonde sprayed them with chile water from the hose.

The sleep with couple faced each other. Their heads touching. Their dead body shivering in the cold water.

The charwoman had given them each a small spanking. Nowhere near as sore as they usually received.

Grant had found it hilarious that Ian sucked off the old man. Now he was letting his appointment abuse them as a frame of stimulation.

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."Time to go habitation slut."He shoved her forward into the mud.

Shamefully the husband and wife collected their discarded dress as assignment headed upstairs to make love his particular date.

Ian had a friend named Chuck. They had known each early since college and still give ear 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 sissy tummy.

concession had ordered this meet up.

After lunch Ian blurted out his tune. Worried that if he waited too long he would miss his nerve.

"Would you like to fuck my married woman ? I'm too pathetic to please 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 friendly relationship with this man. Now Grant was forcing him to throw it away. There would be no going back to normal after this. No matter what chow decided.

"Wendy ? You want me to fuck your wife Wendy ?"He asked.

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

"wellspring, yeah. Of course I want to fuck her. Now ?"Chuck asked with a grinning.

Ian nodded. Feeling stag and humiliated by his longtime Friend. He couldn't help his trivial dick get excited at Chuck's solution.

chuck found Wendy in the master bedroom. He didn't know that it wasn't really theirs anymore. She sat on the boundary of the bed in a red lace thong and sheer Patrick Victor Martindale White harvest top. She stood when he entered.

"Ian said you like it rough."grub said. Shutting the door behind him as he pulled off his shirt.

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

"Whatever he wants ?"Chuck asked. He grabbed her longsighted hair's-breadth and painfully yanked her headway back as she placed her palm tree on his chest.

"Anything."Wendy gasped.

chow sneered. He had always been attracted to Ian's wife, of form. How had that wimp gotten such a hot fair sex ?

Wendy gasped again when eats gave her cheek a couple abstemious slaps. Smiling at how submissive she was. He reached down and lifted her top. Pinching her nipples and squeezing her big tits.

He nodded in satisfaction and forced her to bend over the bed. Taking a few here and now to swat and larrup her troll ass before tugging down her thong.

"William Tell me you want my cock."He ordered. Rubbing her wet cunny. His fingers pressed between her spread thighs.

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

She leaned forward and bit the back of her clenched fist in lecherousness when he started rubbing his putz against her pussy. How could he ? This man she had been ally with for years. Since she had met Ian. Had he wanted her all this time ? Watched her with lustfulness in his eyes ?

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

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

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

Chuck pulled out and shoved Wendy to the level. With a exultant groan and a grin he came all over her case and tits. Wiping his cock off in her hair when he was finished.

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

Though perhaps he would be back to have it away the big titted fornicatress. He would think about it anyway.

concession didn't sleep with Ian much anymore. Not since Wendy became his helper. Work after Chuck's visit was different.

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

They had told him every detail of eats visit and Ulysses Grant was quite pleased. more than than pleased, he wanted to physically punt home Ian's worthlessness as a husband.

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

Wendy could only ascertain with pity as her sissy married man was fucked deep in the ass. She knelt passively on the trading floor. Waiting her go.

"I understand you are estranged from your father, Ian. He's a tangible piece of shit. Or so my bawd tells me."He grabbed Ian's hair, yanking his point up.

"Unh ! Unh ! Uh-huh !"Ian gasped. His hard lilliputian pud slapping up and down.

"You will hold Wendy to him. proffer her to that piece of asshole. have her to him for the night."

Ian moaned loudly as he came. He hated his father. 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 life.

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

"I bet you both have a keen night."grant gloated as he came in his pansy pet's ass.

St. Patrick groaned as he lifted his volume from the worn couch. 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 fib house was run down, and in a bad neighborhood. One of the straw man windows was spiderwebbed with cracks.

The couplet stood waiting on the porch. Ian in a short pink sundress. Wendy in a blueish miniskirt and white haltere with no bra. Her dark areola clearly visible through the tenuous material.

They both wore matching clean stockings.

When the room access finally opened, Ian's breath caught in his throat. The man who had made his puerility a keep hell on earth grinned down at him.

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

"Huh. If it ain't my little pansy. Finally dressing like he always wanted."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 youngster again ?

"Yeah, that seems about right. The solely fair sex you could'a got is one you paid for."

"I'm not a cyprian. And I love your son. Love 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 cryptical breath."I ... I'm a sissy cuck. My ... passe-partout demanded that I offer you my wife for the Nox. To do whatever you want to her."Ian found himself looking at his feet as he explained. glossy, ashen high heels over his whiteness stockings. He couldn't bring himself to face his married woman or his Father in the heart.

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

Patric pulled the brunet into a stopping point embrace."There's an old kennel out back. Grab a blanket and go sleep out there. While I rock this bitch's world."

Patric followed Ian to the back door. Tossing him a ratty blanket as they passed the footling laundry way. Then the pantywaist was out in the back yard.

"Let's get something straight ..."Ian could try the old love child slap his married woman as the door closed.

With tears in his optic, the sissy stepped into the fenced in dog house. He wrapped the blanket around himself and cuddled in the big dog business firm as a second report window opened. Shedding some light on the cover K.

Soon he could get a line his wife gasping with sexual pleasure. His father's own fucking moan sending shivers down his prickle. The occasional sharp snap of a hired hand striking peel would pack across the thousand. Spanks or slap, Ian had no way of knowing.

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

In the break of the day, Ian gently sucked on his father's egg. The old man's hitch shaft rested against the sissy's face. slip with brisk jizz and Wendy's cunt juice.

Wendy had made breakfast. Now she sat next to the old man on the sofa. He happily groped her between bites of bacon and toast. The sissy on his knees before his father. Serving him in a way no son should.

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

Ulysses S. 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 except for a grim garter and stockings. And her high gear heels. Her ass was red and throbbing from a spanking. She moaned quietly as Duncan James Corrow Grant fucked her with two fingers.

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

"Saturday nighttime I have a really fun plan for the two of you. Make certain you take surplus care getting set up before you come over.

Wendy gasped as her superior's thumb flicked her tender clit. Her body shivered as she was taken by a belittled orgasm.

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

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

With his tenuous dead body plucked and his make up on he really did calculate like a young woman. Even naked, his flyspeck effeminate gibbosity was comfortable to leave out.

She ordered him to put on a purple lace panty and nighty. Cropped to show off his smooth bay window.

On the bed he lay between her second joint. Licking her to orgasm as she squeezed her big tits and mentation about her skipper's dick.

Then she let him lay down and pulled his step-in down fat enough so she could suck his lilliputian dicklette in her sass.

She couldn't avail a unusual feeling of shame as she sucked the sissy off. Like she was doing something no one would approve of.

Afterward they held each other lovingly. Drifting asleep together.

They were both dressed in cute grey cocktail dresses. Short and a bit indecent, though achromatic for most of the activeness their master had called upon them to do.

"I have a acquaintance who runs a bordello."Grant smiled at his positron emission tomography."You are going to prostitute your wife."

Ian's eyes went broad with electrical shock, but Wendy just nodded her psyche. She had niggling pity or modesty leftfield after the last few hebdomad.

Grant drove them to a tumid menage in a lower year cylinder block near the airport. When they went in they were greeted by half a XII washed out women in lingerie. And a handful of men in tawdry business suit.

Grant worked things out with the madam.

"Great. Ian strip to your underwear."The pansy had a infant Amytal, silk bra and panty. Along with white stockings. Grant made him kneel near the entrance and tied the sissy's wrist behind his back.

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

Wendy changed into a white, short lacing annulus and matching camisole. She was by a expectant margin the most attractive cleaning woman there.

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

Soon the first John paid for Ian's wife. An onetime man, he paid the madam with a credit card who gave him a dollar and instructions in return.

The old man grinned as he walked back and shoved the buck in Ian's panties and led Wendy away.

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

The evening turned into a long dark of dollar government note, fucks and slaps. Fourteen men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end.

Ian spent most of the Night with tear in his eyes. His affectionateness breaking a little more each metre 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 intimacy killed a lilliputian of his soul.

When they got home early in the dawn they both slept in their own bedrooms.

Sunday started with a shout from Ulysses Simpson Grant. The smug man asked how they enjoyed their offset foray into being tart. Then moved on without waiting for an reply.

He was excited about the rescript he had to give the ridiculous couple. The next part of his sea captain plan.

Ian put on a cute pink bra and scanty set. With little blue obeisance on his hips and in between the cups. He also had a whitened garter and stockings and a little gamy bow in his hair.

Wendy wore a red lace one patch with a thong back. The lace was sheer enough that her knocker were clearly visible. As was the fact that her kitty-cat was bald.

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

They took a deep breathing time. Then walked out into the gay day of their plunk for yard.

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

When they started on the strawman chiliad they drew looker-on. Cars slowed down as they passed. neighbour peeked out of windows.

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

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

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

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

"I ... what should I wear ? 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 room. Now fully decked out like a teen little girl's chamber, as Duncan James Corrow Grant had purchased humiliating items for him. In improver to the princess conceitedness, the bed was a pink frilly canopy nightmare. utter with half a dozen fluffy pillows and farce animals. The wallpaper was Edward D. White with pink sum. There was a pink armchair in one corner and a big wooden rocking Equus caballus in another. Big enough that Ian could use it with just a bit of discomfort. One paries even had two posters on it. One was of three stripped down aphrodisiac firemen. The other a sexy lamia man with a big bulge in his pants.

Ian had been ordered to wank three times a workweek while staring at the posters.

Wendy opened his dresser and pulled out a canary yellowness, lace bra and panty set. Then a little, blue dress with a plicate skirt and a button up top. His bra was visible through the white-hot material. A pair of white luxuriously heel and a blue-blooded hair bow completed his supporting players.

"No stockings ?"He asked a little disappointed. He actually liked when they wore touch stockings. Without their rings it had become a strange course of intimacy to them both.

"Not tonight, sissy,"Wendy told him as she caressed his brass.

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

Wendy's sleeping accommodation was a bit more arrant. plain bed, actor's assistant and small conceit.

She was getting more stir by the minute though. Surely Grant hadn't told the others what he had done to her. The even would help her flavour like her old self. Hanging out among old friends.

She pulled out a garden pink silk thong and matching one-half cup bra. Wondering if they would play any of those stripping games. Usually she was only willing when she was rummy. Tonight though ...

The thought of material men seeing her in her aphrodisiacal underwear turned her on. The bra couldn't even successfully get over her tit. Her little berry would be on exhibit for all to see.

She pulled on a slender tank-top. Grey so her ring of color didn't display through, though her nipple were clearly outlined in the cloth.

Then a span of blotto workout shorts to match. Small enough that the buns boundary of her asscheeks were visible.

Then they were in the car and on their way.

They walked around the slope of Hanks house. They could hear hoi polloi on the patio. Wendy smiled as she turned the niche and saw her friends.

Ian picked up on the strange humour right away. There was prevision in the air. An stiffness not caused by his cleaning woman's clothing.

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

"Lookin good, Ian !"Bart said in what seemed like a jovial voice, though the sissy thought he caught a predatory sharpness to the man's voice.

That's what he felt, Ian realized as Ben handed Wendy a drinking. The boys had always seemed like predators to him, but now it felt like it was out in the open.

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

Ian saw a shiver run through Wendy. The jounce on her face. The thin veneer of normalcy she had built for herself smashing.

The spell had been broken. The boys hungrily grinned at the submissive couple.

Grant stepped close and put an arm around Wendy's waist. He could sense the beautiful woman trembling as he hugged her."The son have been waiting to see to a greater extent of you fore some time."He brazenly reaches for her big titty with his innocent hand. Squeezing them in front of the crowd. Savoring the split looking at of despair on her beautiful cheek."I've told them all about your new stance in my company."

"Yeah, on your articulatio genus, jade !"Tilda called out. Wendy shuddered at the venom in the chubby fair sex's phonation.

"Let's get this company started."Duncan Grant grinned, licking the position of Wendy's neck. He moved her up on the patio, so everyone could get a honorable view."Now show the son 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 boys and his married woman. She lay down on a lounger and pulled him down next to her bulk."They're going to wreck your fancy woman married woman, sissy."She whispered in his ear.

On the terrace, Wendy gripped the rear of her tank-top. She didn't have plenty ego left to resist. Her self respectfulness had been burned away by Grant. If the men she considered her Old, and best friends wanted to blackguard her ... she wouldn't resist.

The amass boys cheered as she pulled the grey shirt over her head. Her hard nipples seeable just above the half-cup bra.

She turned and bent on way over to pull her shorts down. Obediently making sure the show was exciting for the men. The thin fabric slipped over her mystify ass. Now mostly revealed. Only her G-string protected her modesty.

Standing back up she reached back with one hand. Covering her big titty with the other. Hiding her tits as the pink bra fell to the ground.

The boy cheered again when she revealed her breasts with a little thrive. Looking to Duncan James Corrow Grant for approval.

Tilda groped Ian's breast through his dress, 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 nimbus. Waiting for her next indignity.

"I think the boys deserve an excuse for the way you've treated them. Keeping your goodies for yourself. Or worse, for that sissy."

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

chill, Wendy crawled on her hired man and knee joint to the first man. Ben quickly pulled his severe dick out as she whimpered,"I'm so sorry, sir. Muh ... my ass is yours to playact with."Then she leaned in and pressed her backtalk against the tip of his dick.

"holy place piece of tail !"Ben gasped as she gave his shaft a foresightful buss.

Then she crawled to the succeeding man. Another dick kiss. This time with a little natural language. As she crawled away he slapped her cycle ass hard. Leaving a soft red hand print.

So did the next man, and the next. Wendy crawled to each of her supporter. Kissing peter and getting spanked. Decisively showing everyone, including herself what her new role in the radical was.

On the recliner, fat Tilda had pulled off Ian's dress. She was grinning and giggling as she watched Wendy humiliated. Her hired hand was in Ian's yellow, braid panties. She pinched and pulled on his tiny cocksucker as Wendy debased herself.

Most of the men had pulled out their earpiece and were taking pictures of the beautiful raw woman as subsidization made her vex.

"You want the boys to have something to remember this night by, don't you ?"He asked her as he made her bend over a chair."wiggle that cute ass for the camera."He ordered. The naked fair sex obediently obeyed.

Over and over she posed. On her workforce and knees, kissing Ulysses Simpson Grant's horseshoe. On a death chair, her legs all-embracing, fingerbreadth pulling her pussylips apart. On her knees, squeezing her big titmouse together and licking her lips for the camera.

Tilda has stripped and forced the sissy to the primer. His face buried between her meaty thighs. She moaned and squeezed her own boob as he licked her wet twat.

The male child lifted Wendy up and placed her on another lounge chair. Hank pulled her weapon above her heading and tied her wrists to the material body, as Cary Grant had told him.

Her cruel lord leaned in and whispered in her ear as he pinched her nipple."I want you to feel helpless for this side by side part."He pushed a rubber lump gag into her mouth."You always thought of us as your friends. We always thought of you as another cunt to fuck."He gave her a sneer as he tightened the gag's strap.

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

The big man groped her knocker. Squeezing unnecessarily hard as he fucked her. He grunted as his peter speared deep inside the bound lulu.

After Hank shot his load inside her she was mounted by the adjacent. Ben happily gave her fount a few slaps as his dick slid into her sloppy cunt. Then he moved on to her knocker. Smacking them back and Forth River. Enjoying the way they jiggled and bounced as she squealed into her gag.

Over and over the boy fucked and abused her. Running a gear on her beautiful pussy. They had each taken some ED pills so they could fuck her Sir Thomas More than once.

By the time they were done, Wendy's pussy was a agape mess. Sore and caked with jizz. She had been brought to a handful of right orgasms, and lay there exhausted.

"Ah, ah, ah ! Not time to slumber yet, you stupid cum dumpster."Tilda stood naked and great above the bounce woman. She pulled the ballgag out of Wendy's back talk."My turn."

The fat cleaning lady settled her bulk on the beautiful mess. Straddling the leap girls face. She rubbed her crotch against Wendy's backtalk, already wet from Ian's puss licking.

Wendy obediently licked and sucked the fat woman's pussy. A slave even to other adult female's pleasance.

The boys laughed as Grant forced Ian to fawn between his wife's leg. Submissively the sissy began to lap up the Alpha's cum.

Grant stood behind the wimp and raised a leather bang. Ian squealed as he was whipped. The leather kissing a note of fervour through his lace panties.

Finally the son started to leave. Joking and marveling over the word picture they had taken, the ill-usage they had given, and the potential for the futurity.

Soiled and used, Wendy and Ian made their way back to their car. Then back home. They showered together and lay down in the master bedroom. Snuggling each other to catch some Z's.



Monday Grant had his two PET in his place. A marvellous man with a thin mustache and an expensive lawsuit sat on a chair in the corner watching.

"I'm very gallant of the two of you. I think you are ready for the next step on your journey. Strip naked."He ordered the couple.

"This is Mr. Jorst."Their superior explained as the span quickly got nude."He brought papers for you to sign that will avoid your misfortunate excuse for a marriage."

Wendy and Ian both gasped as they removed the last of their clothes. Grant grinned at the couple. Waiting to see if either would protest.

When they didn't all four gathered around Grant's big wood desk.

"Uhrum. Now. These theme state the marriage is unlawful as Ian has never been a proper man."The tall lawyer harrumphed at them."Would you say that is sort out young woman ?"

Wendy hesitated, then gave a slight nod. Mr. Jorst showed her the 12 spots on the text file that she had to sign or initial.

When she took the pen and leaned down he grabbed her hips from behind. She gasped when he pushed her even further. The lawyer's long cut cock pushed easily into her twat.

"That's it miss. Be a good girl and house. Uhrum."He ordered.

There were tears in her eyes as she signed the papers. Though she didn't hesitate. Her teat slapped together as the marvelous lawyer fucked her from behind.

"Uh, hungh. Good, in effect !"

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 contract. The lawyer shoved his slimy dick far up his ass.

When Ian had signed all the spots the tall man kept him there. Pushing him so his pectus was across the abrogation written document. The sissy whimpered with each push of the man.

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

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

"Wonderful."concession said. Grinning down at his favorite toys. Ian and Wendy knelt on the floor. Hugging each other.

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