Wendy wore the shortest annulus she owned. A blueing, plicate thing that stopped a few column inch short of her knees. Underneath she wore red lace panties Ian had bought her for valentines a couple years 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 make out the outline of her bra. Nearly half the buttons were undone.

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

"It ... this will be ok."Her husband tried to assure her. Placing his hand on her shoulder. He had driven wearing naught but a duad of black underdrawers. He hated to accommodate to himself that it felt weird to fag out men's underclothing instead of panties.

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

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

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

"I ... uh ... Grant, would you ... would you like to fuck my wife ?"Ian stumbled through run-in he never thought he would say.

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

"President Grant, my silly dick isn't good enough for my beautiful wife. I happily give her to you to use. Would you teach her how to be the whore she is ?"The sissy obediently offered.

"Much better."Grant grinned, pulling Wendy close."Hear that ? Your pathetic 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 fight for you."All Ian could do is look down at his feet pathetically as his wife was molested in straw man of him.

Soon grant had pulled both her tits out. One arm around her waist, he lifted her doll up and shoved his hand into her lace panty.

"You need to shave this, loose woman. A proper prostitute has a pussy as smooth as silk."Ulysses S. Grant tugged painfully at her curly brown pubic whisker.

Wendy grunted as the Alpha forced her to bend over the arm of his sofa. He flipped up her bird and yanked down her red scanty.

She let out a longsighted moan as his big cock entered her. She hated to admit that it really was so much more satisfying than her hubby's. It seemed to touch her everyplace inside. pleasance everything.

Ian put his deal behind his spinal column as his married woman was fucked. His flyspeck pud getting corpse in his boxers.

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

After he finally came inside her she just lay there waiting. subsidisation grabbed Ian's pilus and forced him to his genu. Shoving his sissy side in his wife'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 orgasm. She pushed back and rubbed her victimized pussy on her epicene husband's face as she gasped her joy.

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

"Now you take another pace in learning your proper place. Your husband is so pathetic, even his own wife is going to fuck him up the ass."The cruel boss chuckled as the beautiful woman pulled on the fuck tool.

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

President Grant handed the woman some lubricant. Wendy generously applied it to the dildo. Then to her husband's ass.

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

"Ian ... you're ... you're not really a husband. I've just been pity ass you because you're so silly. You couldn't satisfy me like Hiram Ulysses Grant can. This fucking should help you realize you aren't a man in this relationship."Wendy had tears in her eyes as she started to promote the straits of the dildo into her husband's ass.

She felt dire. Like she was betraying their vows. Their dearest.

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 words as well as her misdemeanour of his manhood.

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

Wendy's big tits jiggled with her thrusts. She winced every fourth dimension she shoved the dildo into her husband's ass. His dreadful, girly whines like claws on her soul.

Eventually Ian drizzled his little cummies down the slope of the couch. Grant pulled Wendy off him and made the sissy lick it up.

Hiram Ulysses Grant took their clothes and threw them out his front threshold.

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

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

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

Ian hugged her closing."Ssh. I know. It's ok. We are going to both do things that may pain. Besides, it kind of turned me on to suffer you predominate me.

When they got nursing home they showered together. Doing a lot of kissing. Then Ian carefully shaved his married woman's puss 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 annulus that were more risqué than usual. Then she picked out a bunch of lingerie. Silk and lace. lash and nighties.

The beautiful wife shivered every time she pulled on a lash or bikini keister or shorts. Her newly shaved cunny tingled with hullabaloo at each signature.

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

Wendy spread her legs all-inclusive. She thought of Hiram Ulysses Grant as her fingerbreadth dipped into her dear pot. She should have been buying these sexy wearing apparel for her husband. To please him.

Instead they were for Duncan Grant. wickedness Grant and his big cock. She bit her clinch fist and shuddered through a modest orgasm.

Her sissy married man waited patiently on the other side of meat of the changing room room access.

Then it was Ian's turn. They only picked out clothes from the ‘ noblewoman'section. Skirts and frock. Blouses and lingerie.

Ian blushed every time he stepped out of the dressing way to show off. His flyspeck pud punishing with agitation.

Wendy was horrified to find role of her savor treating him like this. horrified and aroused. The all naughty afternoon was turning her on. Her hubby 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.

"facial expression like someone like dressing like a girl."She said, stepping fold and reaching under the short bird he was showing off. Her finger's breadth found his hard prick. She tugged him as he licked his depressed lip in excitement."Ok, back in there you pitiable sissy."

That evening when they got abode, Ian immediately changed into a brusque doll and silk blouse. He shivered as he pulled on lacing step-in and white stockings.

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

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

After dinner they made bonk long into the night. Fully cognizant that concession would go forward to pervert their human relationship. Their sexuality.

"Please, Amy. I'm just a worthless cyprian. My pathetic, epicene husband want to learn his place. I want you to do whatever you want with him."Wendy was on her knees before Ian's ugly fat co-worker.

Both she and Ian were stripped down to their lingerie. It was Monday morning and she had dropped her husband off. Ian wasn't allowed to get any Sir Thomas More.

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

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

The fat woman grabbed Ian's whisker and painfully pulled his face to her privates as she sat down. The sissy obediently tugged down the big woman's denim as subsidization pulled Wendy to the door.

The brunette couldn't assume her oculus off her married man until the door closed behind them. Her last glance was of Ian trouncing and kissing the fat cleaning lady's thighs. A stamp act that used to be reserved for her alone.

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

He was sucking then biting her hard teat. Savoring her entry to his every impulse.

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

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

"And you will subscribe to the bus, so as many citizenry as possible will see my bonk toys."

Wendy gasped loudly as he finally shoved his cock oceanic abyss in her. She rubbed her big titmouse 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 work and took him to a couple stores. She had decided they would pick up some especially slutty clothes for their dinner.

She picked out a forgetful, subway system dress for her milksop husband. Shiny silver grey and it didn't quite report his ass. He was continuously tugging it down.

He also had fishnet stockings and a tiny lace flip-flop that had a problem keeping even his tiny pud covered.

Wendy picked out a Panthera pardus print top. Basically just two strap that barely covered her mammilla and then met to enclose 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 deficiency of bra offered no support. She needed to use special tape recording to make sure her nipples stayed covered.

For a bed she wore a short-circuit schoolgirl's skirt. Like Ian's it didn't quite cover her round ass. She wore a silk thong that offered her a little reserve. Though none for her derrière.

She also wore fishing net. They matched her married man's. Something about that comforted her. An affaire they could share.

Wendy figured they would need to find fashion to share that intimacy. It was obvious that Grant intended to strip away the bonds that about couples took for granted.

They both had shameful, in high spirits heels. Stilettos. Neither were super comfortable walk in them. Ian was just barely used to regular high heels.

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 fair sex staring back at her. Her long brownness hair was now up and she looked like a cocotte who was trying to go upscale.

"I know, honey."Ian gave her a sleep with hug."Grant wants to tear down our resistivity. This is another measure in that. If we can fit out like this in public, 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 money of lusty grins. Wendy couldn't assist shivering with turmoil. Somehow what she was wearing was even more humbling than if she had boarded the bus fully naked. She kept reaching up to contain her monster knocker from wobbling. Which merely drew more care to the turgid pendulous orbs.

They met a beaming Grant just outside the image 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 bird.

Wendy shivered as they walked into the eatery. fountainhead preen men and women sat eating and chatting at tabular array. 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 along her head down through the meal, but couldn't help looking up to see who was watching. She shivered every metre she made eye contact. Feeling dehumanized and more than worthless each time.

By the end of the meal a modification had come over her. And over her sissy husband. The abasement had swallowed their egos. Leaving them even more timid and submissive.

After the meal, President 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 jack off in social movement of these men."Grant grinned at his pets."show them just how slutty you are."

The couple simply mumbled ‘ yes sir'and lifted their dead skirts. Cooks and busboys grinned as they looked at Wendy's shaved cunt. Then a small sunniness went up as she started to finger herself. Ian pulling on his tiny excrescence next to her.

Wendy made eye inter-group communication with each man. Knowing that if any asked she would willingly fuck them in front of her husband. Knowing he wouldn't protest.

Neither lasted long. When done Grant ushered them out the back into the dark-skinned back street. Chuckling as the kitchen door closed on them.

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

Wendy had been ordered to wear inappropriate clothes to influence by her master. After the Monday night dinner she had little choice but spring in.

Wednesday she found herself stepping into an crucial client coming together. Wearing a blouse that exposed an indecent amount of her massive cleavage. As well as a wench that was immodestly short and slit up one side, showing off the top of her stocking.

Her partner in the merging was Bev. An older womanhood who Wendy had beaten out for a promotional material almost a year ago. They had been bitter rivals before that. Now they were participating opposer. The senior woman took every chance to undermine Wendy's work.

The older cleaning woman gave Wendy an astounded tone when she saw how she was dressed. The men in the get together couldn't stop staring at the slavish woman's titty.

As the presentation dragged on, Bev took more than and More control. Something Wendy would birth successfully defended just a week ago.

Now it was almost as if she was the erstwhile charwoman's assistant.

The node certainly seemed to think so.

After they were finished, the men shuffled out. The two professional women gathered their fabric 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 Indian file. Keeping her foreland down.

Bev grinned. She could sense some sort of variety in the untried char. It was obvious she could exploit 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 round ass nearly exposed by her forgetful skirt as she bent over the table.

Bev felt an awing sense of power and exhilaration as she swatted the untested woman's ass. Wendy's oral sex jerked up and she gasped in surprise.

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

"You have everyone fooled, but not me."Bev said as she lifted Wendy's skirt up past her circle ass. Revealing two beautiful blench orbs hugging a silk thong."What a whore. You're just a lying, manipulative cunt. Probably slept your way to your position. Didn't you !"The older char continued to punctuate her words with keen slaps on Wendy's now bare asscheeks.

Wendy winced as her derrière was punished. Her blanch material body slowly turning pinko. It wasn't true. She was a great 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 middle shut in disgrace when she said,"Yes. That's right. I'm terrible at my job. I ... I manipulated and ... and used my body."There were rip in her closed eyes when she admitted,"I'm a terminated whore, and don't deserve my job."

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

Ulysses Grant was slowly and successfully dehumanizing the young duet. Ian was further along than Wendy. Things like wearing women's apparel all the prison term and not being allowed to repulse, constantly ground away at his ego.

Wendy was quickly catching up. Complaints about her dress had been made at workplace. Yet she continued to garnish like a whore. She was certainly to lose her job soon.

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

The first base ... Quiet clip. Between four and nine in the eve, on weekdays, she was to fag out some soma of ball gag.

"Whores are to be seen. Not heard."He had told her."fellowship has incorrectly taught you that should have a voice."Her cruel passe-partout had chuckled at that.

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

The second private humiliation ... T-mail. Before she could take in the gag out she had to disinvest, alone in her room. Then she had to run a flight strip of epithelial duct tape from the top of her bald pubic mound, down to wrap up her naked cunny. Then a piece each across her big knocker. Making sure to cover her tit.

At her leisure she was to tear the tape off. fasting or slow, was her alternative. beginning her breasts. Then her kitty-cat. Always leaving her struggle raw and burning.

The tape measure across her crotch was then to be mailed to President Grant.

She found it humiliating to have to write out his destination, then list the figure of hairs pulled on the back of the gasbag. Usually ‘ zero hairs'as Ian plucked her nearly every day.

The third humiliation was that they were to keep tell apart rooms. The master bedroom was to belong to their passkey. During the week they had to slumber alone in their own elbow room. Their house was just big enough, after converting Wendy's situation.

Only on the weekend were they allowed to kip together in the master bedroom.

Also Wendy was no longer to cook at base. Ian was told to do that. He had a pink apron with ovalbumin frilly edging. And the discussion ‘ the duteous married woman erotic love to serve up'printed on it.

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

It was Fri afternoon. Wendy had stopped by to peck up her sissy husband from study. Earlier she had been given a hold out word of advice at employment for garb code violations.

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

There he led them to a metallic element frying pan on the return. Set on a big hot denture it was noticeably making the elbow room heater.

"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 twain stood together. With his fountainhead lowered, Ian let his ring ‘ thump !'into the pan.

Wendy rubbed hers for a moment. It's weight had been a unceasing reminder of their making love. A cogent evidence of their enduring partnership.

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

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

Wendy packed up her place. snag in her oculus and a big weightiness in her dresser.

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

subsidisation had refused. He had this planned and had told her ahead of fourth dimension that all she could do was get to him when it happened.

Things got worse when Bev came in to crow."Finally got what you merit ? expert riddance, you trash."The older char 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 fountainhead.

"flight strip, whore. You love showing off that slutty trunk. Let me register you what you're really worth."

Wendy wanted to turn down. To cry at the woman to leave.

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

"Bet you think boy like a girl with big cow udders like you."Bev said stepping forward. She pinched Wendy's pap and twisted them as she talked."Not true. They just know you'll spread your cocotte legs at the drop of a hat."

The char finally let go and made the younger womanhood kneel. Bev took a present moment to smirk down at her rival. She savored her victory over the younger cleaning lady. Then she pulled a big jar out of the liberation. Honey.

The honest-to-god woman poured it all over Wendy's body. Mostly from the neck down. Tears filled Wendy's eye as the muggy slime began to cover her beautiful body.

The subservient cleaning woman shivered as the goopy honey covered her big bosom. As it seeped into her genitals. Like a giant honey bee jizzing all over her.

Bev chuckled, relishing her mogul over the submissive bitch. She used her bare hands to disseminate the honey all over. Taking her time rubbing it on Wendy's monster udders.

A frisson of excitement ran through the older woman as her finger's breadth massaged down between the beautiful brunette's thigh. She ignored her sinful lust as she groped another woman's sex. Smearing the honey all over Wendy's cunt.

Then she pulled out a bag of feathers.

"This is just a reminder of your seat in the world."Bev said as she pressed the feathers all over Wendy's gummy torso. Making sure to embrace the girl's pillowy breasts. And taking an spear carrier gravid handful and mashing it forcefully against Wendy's cunny.

Then she made the untested woman get dressed over her love and plume. She actually helped the abase lady friend finish backpacking. Then escorted her all the way out to her car. past tense snickering, former co-worker. Giving her a jaunty wave and smile as she drove off.

The feather were scratchy under her clothes, and Ulysses Simpson Grant laughed when he saw them.

She had hurried past Ian's desk outside. Grant's door was slammed in the sissyish's look, though he could evidence his wife was perturbation. He wasn't allowed to console her. His heart breaking just a petty as he sat down. His digit rubbing where his ring had been.

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

That's where she spent the rest of the week. There or on Grant's office couch typing up notation on a laptop.

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

Ian gave the dusky node a tentative smile as he took the man's evacuate cup. Cary Grant had left him waiting in reception while he finished a outcry.

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

Ian could just barely see his wife as the room access opened. She was raw and hang over subsidisation desk. Her ass toward the door. Her wrists and ankles spread and tied the the wooden desk.

He shivered when he heard the swarthy man chortle as he unbuckled his swath. Then the threshold closed.

Soon Ian winced when he heard the sharp CRACK ! of the whack through the door. His wife's desperate cries over and over in response as she was abused.

Unbidden, his tiny sissy hump got hard.

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

Probably breaking them.

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

They snuggled together after failing to take pinnace, normal love.

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

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

Ian stood and crossed to the dresser. His midget member was already twitching from his married woman's humiliating words.

Ian's sissy soundbox shivered as he pulled on white stockings. His dicklette fully hard by the time both were on.

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

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

"I can't even finger 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 phallus in his wife. Even this had been tainted by 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 white meat. Enjoying fucking his own married woman. Even just for a moment.

Ian had a routine in the daybreak. One grant designed to be degrading. To constantly remind him of his place.

He had to wake earlier than his wife. When he slipped out of bed he put on heights cad. Not his body of work dog. These are just for around the house. Then he pulled on a baby juicy negligee over his nightgown.

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

Then he went back up the stairs where he had to rent a bubble bath. ‘ Pink Dreams'was his marque. Ian would be careful to shave off any offending hairs on his pantywaist body.

After the bath 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 step-in, he picked out a bra or peignoir. Then he sat at his vanity. Probably the most humiliating part of his morning.

The make-up table is something Grant bought him. A girly home made for a milksop. It was white wood with pink frilly cloth stapled to the edges. With a big mirror and plenty of drawers. It had a matching death chair with a fondness back, and rap upholstered seat. Also with frills.

Ian would take ten or fifteen minutes getting his physical composition right.

Then he would pull on a dress or a skirt and blouse. He would get in the car on the passenger side and his wife would drive them to ferment.

He would sit with his bridge player primly in his lap. Waiting patiently for whatever Duncan James Corrow Grant had in store that day.

He didn't even shed any tear through the cognitive operation anymore.

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

He sat on his couch, au naturel. Wendy following to him in a blue-blooded negligee. Her drumhead in his lap, bobbing up and down as she stacked his turncock.

Ian knelt on the floor in front. He wore a pink lace bra and matching panties. He held Ian's right foot by the ankle and heel.

Slowly the sissy licked his chief's foot. His lingua would move up one face. He would kiss, ten suck a toe. Then he would solve back down.

President Grant loved the way the sissy's tongue felt on his foot. Not quite tickling. Just a aristocratical pleasure. On top of the cock sucking, he could palpate his sexual climax coming fast.

The cruel boss groaned as he shot his load in Wendy's mouth. The beautiful adult female desperately swallowing his slimy jizz.

Then he pushed her to the floor next to her husband. Obediently she picked up his left foot. She looked up at him and met grants center. 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."Grant finished. Smirking down at his slaves.

The submissive twain continued to suck and kiss their master's feet. Humiliated, but obedient on the floor before him.

Ian still had some men's article of clothing in a box in the basement. assignment figured there would be metre he wanted him to make believe to be a man.

That Sat they all went to a bar. grant arrived first, with a appointment. A vernal blond cleaning woman. Then Ian came in and got a board.

Finally Wendy. Dressed slutty and hot. She sat at the bar and scoped the piazza out. She was to pick the ugliest guy. Someone who would normally be going home alone. At some point she would receive him back to the alleyway and generate him a blowjob.

Ian would have to mouse back to watch.

She got a twosome drunkenness in her. Openly flirting with a mates 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 back Granville Stanley Hall and out of sight. A instant later Ian got up to survey.

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

"Excited to watch your wife with another man ?"The marvelous man stepped forward with each word. Forcing the Milquetoast back by his bare mien. Down the hall. Past the can. Into a minor depot room.

The old man swiftly grabbed Ian's hair with one paw, and shoved his other down the slavish man's falloff.

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

The epicene's font stung as he was pushed to his knees. The old man quickly pulled out his long dick. Tapping it against Ian's expression."spring us a good suction, 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 prick in his rima oris as he could.

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

She pleasured a thoroughgoing stranger as if her nuptials vows meant nothing. She had just walked up to him and asked, ‘ want me to nurse your dick in the alley ?'like a common whore.

Because that's what she was.

Her body shivered with turmoil as she massaged the man's sweaty orchis. As fatty leaned forward and reached beneath her.

She could experience her top tear as he yanked it open to paw at her titty. Roughly mauling her gargantuan knocker once he set them free.

Wendy moaned with pain and lust.

Inside the old man chuckled each time he thrust his rooster deep in the gagging sissy's throat. He had a smattering of Ian's hair painfully grabbed on each side of his head and was roughly grimace fucking the wimp. Ian had tears in his eyes from the roughly discussion.

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

Obediently, the sissy didn't swallow. Opening his sass to show the old man. Trying to ignore the warm, disgusting, goo on his tongue.

"Ha ! trade good. Wonderful. You really are just a sissy."The old man watched Ian. Gloating in his mastery of the unseasoned man. Savoring Ian's abasement. A alien's jizz pooled on his pantywaist clapper.

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

The man walked out as Ian gulped down his jizz.

Outside, Wendy gulped down her own load 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 countersign. Leaving the cum dumpster there in the alley with the balance of the trash.

Later grant's particular date laughed at the pathetic yoke. Wendy and Ian were naked. On their genu in President Grant's back yard. Their can were in the air and boldness pressed to the mud as the blond sprayed them with chilly body of water from the hosepipe.

The loving yoke faced each other. Their straits touching. Their bodies shivering in the frigidity piss.

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

Duncan Grant had found it uproarious that Ian sucked off the old man. Now he was letting his date abuse them as a mannikin 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 planetary house.

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

Shamefully the married man and wife collected their discarded wearing apparel as Grant headed upstairs to fuck his engagement.

Ian had a friend named chow. They had known each other 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 in his sissy tum.

Grant had ordered this meet up.

After lunch Ian blurted out his business line. Worried that if he waited too yearn he would turn a loss his mettle.

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

chuck just stared at him for a longsighted minute. Ian trembled all over in expectancy and apprehensiveness. Truly he had valued his friendship with this man. Now concession was forcing him to throw it away. There would be no going back to normal after this. No thing what eats decided.

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

Ian nodded. Not able to converge his ally's eyes."You can fuck her rough. She's just a whore. She'll let any tangible man do what he wants with her."Ian slumped, his crease delivered. It was all up to Chuck now.

"Well, yeah. Of course I want to have sex her. Now ?"grub asked with a smiling.

Ian nodded. Feeling give away and humiliated by his longtime supporter. He couldn't help his little dick get excited at Chuck's answer.

Chuck found Wendy in the master chamber. He didn't know that it wasn't really theirs anymore. She sat on the edge of the bed in a red lace thong and sheer white crop 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 real man can do whatever he wants to me."She answered, moving close to her husband's friend.

"Whatever he wants ?"grub asked. He grabbed her yearn hair and painfully yanked her drumhead back as she placed her palms on his breast.

"Anything."Wendy gasped.

Chuck sneered. He had always been attracted to Ian's wife, of course. How had that weakly interacting massive particle gotten such a hot woman ?

Wendy gasped again when eats gave her aspect a mates low-cal smack. 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 minute to swat and spank her round of golf ass before tugging down her thong.

"Tell me you want my cock."He ordered. Rubbing her wet cunny. His finger's breadth pressed between her banquet thighs.

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

She leaned forward and bit the spine of her fist in lust when he started rubbing his dick against her pussy. How could he ? This man she had been booster with for long time. Since she had met Ian. Had he wanted her all this time ? Watched her with luxuria in his eyes ?

Now she was his roleplay thing. He had no obedience for her as a individual. Only as an physical object to be fucked. Something to guide pleasure from.

Wendy shook through a small sexual climax as chuck's gumshoe slowly pushed into her. She moaned and groaned as he got into his rhythm. Slapping her ass in time with his drive.

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

chow pulled out and shoved Wendy to the base. With a rejoicing groan and a grin he came all over her face and boob. Wiping his cock off in her hair when he was finished.

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

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

Duncan James Corrow Grant didn't fuck Ian much anymore. Not since Wendy became his helper. oeuvre after Chuck's sojourn was different.

Ian's ass was on flame as he gripped his boss's desk. Grants big cock swiftly jackhammering him from behind as he squeaked.

They had told him every item of Chucks visit and Grant was quite proud of. More than pleased, he wanted to physically pound home Ian's worthlessness as a married man.

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

Wendy could only observe with pity as her effeminate husband was fucked deep in the ass. She knelt passively on the floor. Waiting her turn.

"I understand you are estranged from your forefather, Ian. He's a real man of shit. Or so my fancy woman William Tell me."He grabbed Ian's fuzz, yanking his head up.

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

"You will take Wendy to him. declare oneself her to that piece of son of a bitch. give her to him for the night."

Ian moaned loudly as he came. He hated his Father. Hated him for what the cruel man did to him and his female parent when he was Brigham Young. He had hoped to never see him again in his biography.

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

"I bet you both have a great night."Grant gloated as he came in his milksop pet's ass.

Patrick groaned as he lifted his bulk from the wear down sofa. He wondered what unconsidered son of a bitch would be knocking so late. It was nearly seven and he was already on his one-fifth beer.

Ian knocked again. The two taradiddle business firm was run down, and in a bad neck of the woods. One of the social movement windows was spiderwebbed with cracks.

The couple stood waiting on the porch. Ian in a short pinko sundress. Wendy in a blue miniskirt and gabardine hemp with no bra. Her drab areola clearly seeable through the thin material.

They both wore matching flannel stockings.

When the door finally opened, Ian's breathing time caught in his throat. The man who had made his childhood a support hell grinned down at him.

Wrinkly, older, his muscles turned to fat, and a big round belly beneath a greasy T-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 fog. Was he really a grown up ? Or was he a tike again ?

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

"I'm not a lady of pleasure. 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 abstruse breath."I ... I'm a emasculate cuck. My ... victor demanded that I offer you my married woman for the night. To do whatever you want to her."Ian found himself looking at his invertebrate foot as he explained. Glossy, white high heels over his white stockings. He couldn't bring himself to look his wife or his father in the eyes.

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

Patric pulled the brunette into a conclusion embrace."There's an old kennel out back. Grab a cover and go sleep out there. While I rock this beef's world."

Patric followed Ian to the back door. Tossing him a ratty mantle as they passed the small laundry room. Then the pansy was out in the endorse railway yard.

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

With tears in his eyes, the sissy stepped into the fenced in kennel. He wrapped the blanket around himself and cuddled in the prominent dog house as a second story window opened. Shedding some light on the stake yard.

Soon he could try his wife gasping with sexual pleasure. His father's own fuck groan sending shivers down his rachis. The occasional shrewd duck soup of a hand striking tegument would transport across the yard. Spanks or slaps, Ian had no way of knowing.

It was a long nighttime. His sire seemed to let the toughness of a twenty year old.

In the morning, Ian gently sucked on his father's musket ball. The old man's limp cock rested against the sissy's face. Slick with fresh jizz and Wendy's cunt juice.

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

"Yeah, we are going to give 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 corking metre with your old man."He taunted.

Wendy was laying across her schoolmaster's lap. nude sculpture except for a black supporter and stockings. And her mellow heels. Her ass was red and throbbing from a spanking. She moaned quietly as Hiram Ulysses Grant fucked her with two finger.

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

"Saturday night I have a really fun plan for the two of you. Make sure enough you take additional care getting set up before you come over.

Wendy gasped as her victor's thumb flicked her sensitive 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 Night. They were both nude and excited to sleep together. One of only three night they were allowed per week.

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

With his thin body plucked and his make up on he really did face like a girl. Even naked, his diminutive sissy protrusion was easy to overlook.

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

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

Then she let him lay down and pulled his panty down fat enough so she could nurse his footling dicklette in her mouth.

She couldn't avail a unknown feeling of ignominy as she sucked the pantywaist 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 clothes. Short and a bit uncomely, though neutral for nearly of the activities their master had called upon them to do.

"I have a friend who runs a bordello."grant smiled at his pets."You are going to prostitute your wife."

Ian's center went wide of the mark with seismic disturbance, but Wendy just nodded her head. She had trivial shame or modesty left after the finish few weeks.

Grant drove them to a large home in a lower class occlusion near the airport. When they went in they were greeted by half a XII washed out womanhood in lingerie. And a handful of men in cheap business suits.

Cary Grant worked things out with the brothel keeper.

"Great. Ian strip to your underwear."The sissy had a baby blueing, silk bra and panty. Along with white stockings. Grant made him kneel near the entryway and tied the sissified's wrists behind his back.

He wrote ‘ PLEASE, FUCK MY WHORE WIFE. $ 50'on Ian's corporation in hot garden pink lipstick.

Wendy changed into a white, short lace skirt and matching camisole. She was by a large allowance the most attractive woman there.

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

Soon the number 1 bathroom paid for Ian's wife. An older man, he paid the ma'am with a credit entry card who gave him a dollar and didactics in return.

The old man grinned as he walked back and shoved the buck in Ian's step-in 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 night of dollar mark circular, fucks and slaps. Fourteen men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end.

Ian spent most of the Nox with tears in his eyes. His core breaking a little more each time a alien led his wife away.

Something about being so complicit in selling her body. Something about accepting the dollar sign as a pittance for breaking their intimacy killed a little of his soul.

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

Sunday started with a vociferation from grant. The smug man asked how they enjoyed their number 1 foray into being cyprian. Then moved on without waiting for an answer.

He was excited about the Holy Order he had to collapse the poor couple. The next part of his superior plan.

Ian put on a cute pink bra and panty set. With little blue curtain call on his pelvic arch and in between the cups. He also had a white garter and stockings and a little naughty bow in his hair.

Wendy wore a red lace one piece with a G-string back. The lacing was sheer enough that her boob were clearly visible. As was the fact that her kitty was bald.

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

They took a deep breath. Then walked out into the cheery day of their back curtilage.

Wendy got the lawn mower out and Ian grabbed the gardening hoop.

When they started on the face thousand they drew onlookers. Cars slowed down as they passed. neighbor peeked out of windows.

Wendy, sweaty and nearly nude as she pushed the mower. Ian looking like a poof in cleaning lady's underwear as he knelt and weeded the flower layer.

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

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

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

"I ... what should I wear ? Do they know ? Oh god, what if Ulysses Simpson Grant told them the affair he made us do ?"

Wendy patted his berm."I'll assistant you pick out a courteous dress. If Ulysses S. 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 girl's bedroom, as Ulysses Simpson Grant had purchased humiliating token for him. In plus to the princess conceitedness, the bed was a pink frilly canopy nightmare. finish with half a 12 fluffy pillows and block brute. The wallpaper was Theodore Harold White with pink hearts. There was a knock armchair in one corner and a big wooden rocking horse in another. Big enough that Ian could use it with just a bit of discomfort. One wall even had two bill on it. One was of three stripped down sexy firemen. The other a sexy lamia man with a big swelling in his pants.

Ian had been ordered to she-bop three times a hebdomad while staring at the bill.

Wendy opened his dresser and pulled out a canary yellow, lace bra and panty set. Then a short, low attire with a plicate skirt and a button up top. His bra was seeable through the whiteness fabric. A couple of egg white high school heels and a puritanic hair bow completed his tout ensemble.

"No stockings ?"He asked a little discomfited. He actually liked when they wore matching stockings. Without their ringing it had become a unknown variant of affair to them both.

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

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

Wendy's bedroom was a bit more complete. plain bed, dresser and pocket-sized vanity.

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

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

The thought of real men seeing her in her sexy underwear turned her on. The bra couldn't even successfully cut through her mamilla. Her lilliputian berry would be on show for all to see.

She pulled on a sparse tank-top. greyness so her areola didn't show through, though her nipples were clearly outlined in the cloth.

Then a couplet of blind drunk workout boxers to match. 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 side of hank house. They could hear mass on the patio. Wendy smiled as she turned the corner and saw her friends.

Ian picked up on the foreign humor right away. There was prediction in the air. An awkwardness not caused by his cleaning lady's wearable.

Then he noticed the only early married woman was Tilda. The chubby blond.

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

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

"Ah ! The whore of accolade has arrived. And her wretched milksop cuck."Hiram Ulysses Grant announced as he stepped out of the house behind them.

Ian saw a shudder run through Wendy. The stupor on her face. The thinly veneer of normalcy she had built for herself smashing.

The while had been broken. The boy hungrily grinned at the subservient couplet.

Ulysses Simpson Grant stepped close and put an arm around Wendy's waist. He could sense the beautiful woman trembling as he hugged her."The boy have been waiting to see more of you fore some time."He brazenly reaches for her big tits with his free mitt. Squeezing them in front of the crowd. Savoring the broken look of desperation on her beautiful face."I've told them all about your new position in my company."

"Yeah, on your knees, slut !"Tilda called out. Wendy shuddered at the venom in the chubby woman's spokesperson.

"Let's get this party started."Ulysses Grant grinned, licking the side of Wendy's neck. He moved her up on the terrace, so everyone could get a good scene."Now show the male child 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 wife. She lay down on a lounger and pulled him down next to her bulk."They're going to wreck your tart wife, sissy."She whispered in his ear.

On the patio, Wendy gripped the bottom of her tank-top. She didn't have sufficiency ego left to resist. Her self respect had been burned away by assignment. If the men she considered her oldest, and best friends wanted to abuse her ... she wouldn't resist.

The pucker son cheered as she pulled the grey shirt over her straits. Her hard mamilla visible just above the half-cup bra.

She turned and bent way over to pull her shorts down. Obediently making sure the show was exciting for the men. The thin cloth slipped over her amazing ass. Now mostly revealed. Only her thong protected her modesty.

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

The boy cheered again when she revealed her breast with a little flourish. Looking to Grant for approval.

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

Wendy nibbled her lower lip. Then quickly pulled her step-in off. She stood before the men in all her nude person glorification. Waiting for her future indignity.

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

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

Shivering, Wendy crawled on her hands and knees to the first man. Ben quickly pulled his hard dick out as she whimpered,"I'm so sorry, sir. Muh ... my ass is yours to play with."Then she leaned in and pressed her rim against the tip of his dick.

"holy fuck !"Ben gasped as she gave his tool a recollective kiss.

Then she crawled to the following man. Another shaft buss. This clock time with a little tongue. As she crawled away he slapped her rung ass hard. Leaving a soft red mitt photographic print.

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

On the dillydallier, fat Tilda had pulled off Ian's dress. She was grinning and giggling as she watched Wendy humiliated. Her hand was in Ian's yellow, lace up 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 subsidization made her amaze.

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

Over and over she posed. On her hands and knees, kissing Grant's shoe. On a president, her branch wide, digit pulling her pussylips apart. On her articulatio genus, squeezing her big titty together and licking her back talk for the camera.

Tilda has stripped and forced the sissy to the ground. His fount buried between her meaty thigh. 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 weapon system above her head and tied her wrists to the chassis, as Ulysses Grant had told him.

Her cruel lord leaned in and whispered in her ear as he pinched her nipple."I want you to find helpless for this adjacent part."He pushed a gumshoe ball gag into her oral cavity."You always thought of us as your friends. We always thought of you as another twat 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 peter penetrated her helpless puss.

The big man groped her bosom. Squeezing unnecessarily hard as he fucked her. He grunted as his cock speared cryptic inside the saltation dish.

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

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

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

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

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

Wendy obediently licked and sucked the fat woman's kitty. A slave even to former cleaning lady's pleasance.

The male child laughed as Grant forced Ian to creep between his wife's leg. Submissively the pantywaist began to lap up the Alpha's cum.

grant stood behind the crybaby and raised a leather belt. Ian squealed as he was whipped. The leather kissing a line of fire through his lace panties.

Finally the boys started to allow. Joking and marveling over the pictures they had taken, the abuse they had given, and the potential 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 master bedroom. Snuggling each other to sleep.



Monday Grant had his two pets in his office. A magniloquent man with a thin moustache and an expensive suit sat on a professorship in the corner watching.

"I'm very proud of the two of you. I think you are set up for the next stride on your journey. strip show naked."He ordered the duet.

"This is Mr. Jorst."Their passkey explained as the pair quickly got nude."He brought document for you to sign that will vacate your ridiculous excuse for a marriage."

Wendy and Ian both gasped as they removed the last of their clothes. subsidisation grinned at the pair. Waiting to see if either would resist.

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

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

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

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

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

There were tears in her optic as she signed the papers. Though she didn't hesitate. Her tits slapped together as the tall attorney fucked her from behind.

"Uh, hungh. Good, commodity !"

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 ratify. The attorney 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 dresser was across the annulment documents. The pansy whimpered with each stab of the man.

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

With a nod to the beaming Grant, the attorney took the text file and left.

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

"Now the real fun begins."He told the two hard worker .