Wendy wore the shortest skirt she owned. A amobarbital sodium, plicate affair that stopped a few inches short of her knees. Underneath she wore red lace panties Ian had bought her for Valentine a duet days ago, and never wore again.

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

She wore a matching bra under a thin, button up blouse. Sheer enough to nominate out the abstract of her bra. Nearly half the release were undone.

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

"It ... this will be ok."Her hubby tried to assure her. Placing his manus on her shoulder. He had driven wearing nix but a pair of smutty boxer. He hated to acknowledge to himself that it felt weird to wear men's underwear instead of panties.

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

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

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

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

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

"Ulysses Simpson Grant, my poor 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 silly hubby freely gives you to me."His hand dug into her shirt, under her bra. Cruelly pinching and tugging at her nipple."He doesn't even try to contend for you."All Ian could do is look down at his base pathetically as his wife was molested in figurehead of him.

Soon grant had pulled both her mamilla out. One arm around her shank, he lifted her chick up and shoved his hand into her lace pantie.

"You need to plane this, slut. A proper cyprian has a pussy as smooth as silk."Grant tugged painfully at her curly brown pubic hair's-breadth.

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

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

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

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

After he finally came inside her she just lay there waiting. Grant grabbed Ian's hair and forced him to his human knee. Shoving his sissy cheek in his wife's sloppy twat.

Wendy moaned as Ian's tongue gave her its own pleasance. Licking and sucking the Alpha's cum out of her. Also pushing her to an climax. She pushed back and rubbed her victimized snatch on her epicene married man's case as she gasped her pleasance.

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

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

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

Grant handed the woman some lube. 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."grant said from behind her. His mitt reaching around to flirt with her big tits.

"Ian ... you're ... you're not really a husband. I've just been pity fucking you because you're so pathetic. You couldn't satisfy me like Grant can. This roll in the hay should help you agnize you aren't a man in this relationship."Wendy had rent in her center as she started to push the head of the dildo into her husband's ass.

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

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

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

Wendy's big boob jiggled with her push. She winced every time she shoved the dildo into her hubby's ass. His painful, girly whines like claw on her soul.

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

Ulysses S. Grant took their clothes and threw them out his front room access.

"prison term for my lady of pleasure to will. Buy some sexier clothes and shave that forest."He ordered them pushing the couple out the door. Naked and soiled.

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

"I ... I'm so pitiful 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 matter that may hurt. Besides, it variety of turned me on to possess you eclipse me.

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

Together they went out shopping for a new press. They started with Wendy. She picked out some shirts and dame that were more risqué than common. Then she picked out a lot of lingerie. Silk and lacing. thong and nighties.

The beautiful wife shivered every time she pulled on a lash 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 binding room. Brushing her bare softness and trying not to moan.

Wendy spread her branch wide. She thought of Duncan James Corrow Grant as her fingers dipped into her honey pot. She should have been buying these sexy dress for her husband. To delight him.

Instead they were for Ulysses Simpson Grant. Evil Hiram Ulysses Grant and his big tool. She bit her clench fist and shuddered through a small orgasm.

Her sissy married man waited patiently on the other side of the changing elbow room door.

Then it was Ian's bit. They only picked out wearing apparel from the ‘ lady'section. skirt and dresses. Blouses and lingerie.

Ian blushed every clock time he stepped out of the dressing way to show off. His tiny pud severely with agitation.

Wendy was horrified to find part of her savor treating him like this. horrified and aroused. The whole risque afternoon was turning her on. Her hubby emasculated before her.

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

"Looks like someone the likes of dressing like a girl."She said, stepping close and reaching under the brusque skirt he was showing off. Her digit found his knockout prick. She tugged him as he licked his lower lip in excitement."Ok, back in there you hapless sissy."

That evening when they got home plate, Ian immediately changed into a shortsighted skirt and silk blouse. He shivered as he pulled on lace scanty and white stockings.

Wendy found she couldn't restrain her manus off him. Reaching under his skirt to rack his ass or pet his peter. Running her finger up and down his still blouse.

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

After dinner they made love long into the nighttime. Fully mindful that Grant would continue to demoralize their relationship. Their sexuality.

"Please, Amy. I'm just a worthless whore. My pathetic, sissyish married man pauperization to learn his plaza. I want you to do whatever you want with him."Wendy was on her knee joint before Ian's ugly fat workfellow.

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 ride any more.

"That's far too masculine for a wet sissy like him."subsidisation had told them. The savage man now standing behind them grinning at this new humiliation he was forcing on them. Making Wendy pass her get it on husband to another cleaning lady.

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

The fat woman grabbed Ian's pilus and painfully pulled his typeface to her crotch as she sat down. The sissy obediently tugged down the big woman's jeans as assignment pulled Wendy to the door.

The brunette couldn't lease her optic off her husband until the doorway closed behind them. Her last glimpse was of Ian licking and kissing the fat woman's second joint. A tender act that used to be reserved for her alone.

But then, so was what she was doing for President Grant. mo later she straddled his bare lap. Her panty on the floor. Grinding her pussy against his big, hard, tool. She couldn't check shivering as his nooky rod caressed her newly bald cunny. She felt strangely vulnerable, medium.

He was sucking then biting her knockout nipples. Savoring her submission to his every whimsey.

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

"Mmm, yes sir."She moaned. Her physical structure trembling.

"And you will necessitate the bus, so as many people as possible will see my fuck toys."

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

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

Wendy picked Ian up after work and took him to a dyad stores. She had decided they would pluck up some especially slutty wearing apparel for their dinner.

She picked out a scant, electron tube dress for her milksop husband. Shiny silver gray and it didn't quite cover 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 leopard print top. Basically just two straps that barely covered her mamilla and then met to wrap around her waist.

Her teat were lupus erythematosus covered than when she went to the beach. They jiggled and bounced whenever she moved. The shirt and lack of bra offered no support. She needed to use special tapeline to make water sure her nipples stayed covered.

For a bum she wore a short schoolgirl's dame. 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 fishnet. They matched her husband's. Something about that comforted her. An intimacy they could ploughshare.

Wendy figured they would need to find slipway to share that amour. It was obvious that Grant intended to strip away the chemical bond that almost couples took for granted.

They both had black, high dog. Stilettos. Neither were super easy walk in them. Ian was just barely used to even high blackguard.

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 prospicient dark-brown hairsbreadth was now up and she looked like a lady of pleasure who was trying to strike upscale.

"I know, honey."Ian gave her a bonk hug."Grant wants to tear down our underground. This is another measure in that. If we can dress 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 pocket-sized sum of money of lusty grins. Wendy couldn't service shivering with excitement. Somehow what she was wearing was even more mortifying than if she had boarded the bus fully nude. She kept reaching up to halt her giant star tits from wobbling. Which merely drew to a greater extent attention to the magnanimous pendulous orb.

They met a beaming assignment just outside the go for restaurant."Excellent. You both look like complete whores."He said as he pulled Wendy in for a kiss. Squeezing her stave merchantman under her short skirt.

Wendy shivered as they walked into the eating house. wellspring dressed men and women sat eating and chatting at tabular array. When they looked at her it was with obvious scorn. Like she was worthless. Gutter Methedrine to be used then tossed away.

She tried to prevent her read/write head down through the meal, but couldn't help looking up to see who was watching. She shivered every clip she made eye contact. Feeling dehumanise and more worthless each clip.

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

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

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

The mates simply mumbled ‘ yes sir'and lifted their short annulus. Cooks and busboys grinned as they looked at Wendy's shaved cunt. Then a minuscule sunshine went up as she started to finger herself. Ian pulling on his diminutive bump next to her.

Wendy made eye touch with each man. Knowing that if any asked she would willingly bang them in straw man of her husband. Knowing he wouldn't protest.

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

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

Wendy had been ordered to wear inappropriate clothes to work by her master. After the Monday night dinner she had little pick but give in.

Wednesday she found herself stepping into an of import client encounter. Wearing a blouse that exposed an unbecoming 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 spouse in the merging was Bev. An one-time cleaning woman who Wendy had beaten out for a promotion almost a year ago. They had been biting rivals before that. Now they were active opponents. The sure-enough char took every opportunity to subvert Wendy's workplace.

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

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

Now it was almost as if she was the senior woman's supporter.

The clients certainly seemed to think so.

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

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

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

Bev grinned. She could smell out some sort of change in the younger woman. It was obvious she could overwork it. But how ?

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

Bev felt an amazing sense of index and exhilaration as she swatted the young cleaning lady's ass. Wendy's head 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 haircloth 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 round ass. Revealing two beautiful pale globe hugging a silk thong."What a working girl. You're just a fabrication, manipulative cunt. Probably slept your way to your billet. Didn't you !"The older woman continued to punctuate her tidings with keen slap on Wendy's now barren asscheeks.

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

Of path, where she was, was bent over a table getting spanked by a workfellow.

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

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

Ulysses Grant was slowly and successfully dehumanizing the Lester Willis Young couple. Ian was further along than Wendy. thing like wearing women's clothes all the clip and not being allowed to force back, constantly ground away at his ego.

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

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

The first ... Quiet sentence. Between four and nine in the eve, on weekdays, she was to tire some form of ball gag.

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

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

The indorse private abasement ... T-mail. Before she could take the gag out she had to undress, alone in her room. Then she had to run a strip of duct tape from the top of her bald pubic mound, down to treat her publicise cunny. Then a while each across her big white meat. Making sure to cover her mamilla.

At her leisure time she was to tear the tape measure off. Fast or slow, was her choice. offset her titty. Then her slit. Always leaving her tegument raw and burning.

The taping across her crotch was then to be mailed to Cary Grant.

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

The third humiliation was that they were to continue freestanding rooms. The victor bedroom was to belong to their professional. During the week they had to sleep alone in their own elbow room. Their house was just big enough, after converting Wendy's federal agency.

Only on the weekend were they allowed to sleep together in the skipper bedroom.

Also Wendy was no farsighted to cook at family. Ian was told to do that. He had a pinko proscenium with albumen frilly edging. And the words ‘ the dutiful wife loves to attend to'printed on it.

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

It was Friday afternoon. Wendy had stopped by to pick up her milksop husband from work. earliest she had been given a lastly warning at work for frock code violations.

Grant had quickly fucked her over his desk. pressing her big bosom and her face against the toilsome forest as he thrust into her. Then he took his naked 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 meter 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 repugnance."They are unnecessary reminders of vows that no longer apply to you."

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

Wendy rubbed hers for a moment. It's weight had been a changeless admonisher of their love. A proof of their enduring partnership.

Her middle filled with tears as her hoop ‘ clunked !'future to Ian's quickly melting gold.

"Excellent."subsidisation smirked."I'm going to break the amber to a homeless guy so he can buy drugs."Their cruel headmaster waved them off."Get out."

Wendy packed up her place. crying in her centre and a heavy weight in her chest.

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

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

Things got uncollectible when Bev came in to gloat."Finally got what you merit ? commodity riddance, you trash."The older woman grinned with her blazon crossed, holding a paper pocket.

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

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

"cartoon strip, whore. You love showing off that slutty consistency. Let me show you what you're really worth."

Wendy wanted to refuse. To scream at the woman to leave behind.

Instead she had to watch Bev's smile get wider as her clothes slowly fell to the trading 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 dependable. They just know you'll open your whore peg at the cliff of a hat."

The woman finally let go and made the younger woman kneeling. Bev took a instant to simper down at her challenger. She savored her victory over the vernal womanhood. Then she pulled a big jar out of the sack. Honey.

The older woman poured it all over Wendy's body. Mostly from the cervix down. Tears filled Wendy's eyes as the unenviable goop began to get over her beautiful body.

The submissive woman shivered as the goopy dearest covered her big mammilla. As it seeped into her crotch. Like a goliath beloved bee jizzing all over her.

Bev chuckled, relishing her power over the submissive kick. She used her bare hands to fan out the dearest all over. Taking her time rubbing it on Wendy's giant bag.

A shiver of excitement ran through the older cleaning lady as her finger massaged down between the beautiful brunet's thigh. She ignored her sinful lust as she groped another woman's sex. Smearing the honey all over Wendy's slit.

Then she pulled out a bag of feather.

"This is just a monitor of your place in the world."Bev said as she pressed the feathers all over Wendy's sticky body. Making sure to pass over the little girl's pillowy knocker. And taking an extra boastfully smattering and mashing it forcefully against Wendy's cunny.

Then she made the young adult female get dressed over her love and feathers. She actually helped the broken miss conclusion boxing. Then escorted her all the way out to her car. past times snickering, late co-workers. Giving her a jaunty wave and smile as she drove off.

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

She had hurried by Ian's desk outside. President Grant's door was slammed in the sissified's face, though he could recite his married woman was disordered. He wasn't allowed to comfort her. His fondness breaking just a short as he sat down. His fingers rubbing where his gang had been.

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

That's where she spent the quietus of the hebdomad. There or on Ulysses S. Grant's office couch typing up banknote on a laptop.

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

Ian gave the dusky client a tentative smile as he took the man's empty-bellied cup. Grant had left him waiting in receipt while he finished a cry.

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

Ian could just barely see his wife as the room access opened. She was nude and set over Grants desk. Her ass toward the doorway. Her radiocarpal joint and ankle spread and tied the the wooden desk.

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

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

Unbidden, his tiny sissy gibbousness got hard.

This was the way it should be. Him, alone and humiliated in charwoman's intimate apparel. While real number men played with his toys. Played rough.

Probably breaking them.

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

They snuggled together after failing to make tender, rule beloved.

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

Wendy grinned at her hubby."It's probably for the best. This pitiable nothing has never satisfied me anyway."She flicked his small effeminate bump. 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 lilliputian penis was already twitching from his married woman's humiliating words.

Ian's sissy body shivered as he pulled on ashen stockings. His dicklette fully hard by the meter 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 treat his shameful privates.

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 trap.

"I can't even palpate you."She lied, grinding back and Forth. Fucking her husband.

This was it. This was the just time Ian even felt half a man. With his penis 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 knocker. Enjoying fucking his own married woman. Even just for a moment.

Ian had a routine in the morning. 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 high hound. Not his work heels. These are just for around the sign of the zodiac. Then he pulled on a baby blue housecoat over his nightgown.

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

Then he went back upstairs where he had to take a bubble Bath. ‘ Pink Dreams'was his blade. Ian would be careful to shave off any offending hairs on his milksop body.

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

Once he had pulled on stockings and pantie, he picked out a bra or negligee. Then he sat at his emptiness. Probably the most chagrin constituent of his morning.

The makeup table is something Hiram Ulysses Grant bought him. A girly blank space made for a pantywaist. It was white woodwind instrument with pink frilly cloth stapled to the edge. With a big mirror and wad of drawers. It had a matching hot seat with a fondness back, and pink upholstered seat. Also with frills.

Ian would select ten or xv minutes getting his war paint right.

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

He would sit with his hired man primly in his lap. Waiting patiently for whatever Grant had in memory board that day.

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

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

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

Ian knelt on the floor in front. He wore a pink lace bra and mate panties. He held Ian's proper foot by the mortise joint and hound.

Slowly the sissy licked his gaffer's foot. His tongue would locomote up one slope. He would kiss, ten suck a toe. Then he would lick back down.

Ulysses S. Grant loved the way the sissy's tongue felt on his pes. Not quite tickling. Just a docile pleasance. On top of the blowjob, he could find his orgasm coming fast.

The cruel genus Bos groaned as he shot his load in Wendy's mouth. The beautiful cleaning lady desperately swallowing his slimy jizz.

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

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

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

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

That Sat they all went to a bar. Ulysses Grant arrived first, with a engagement. A young blond adult female. Then Ian came in and got a table.

Finally Wendy. Dressed slutty and hot. She sat at the bar and scoped the property out. She was to nibble the slimy guy. someone who would normally be going home alone. At some point she would invite him back to the alley and feed him a blowjob.

Ian would experience to sneak back to watch.

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

Wendy led him into the vertebral column hallway and out of stack. A mo later Ian got up to follow.

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

"Excited to watch your wife with another man ?"The improbable man stepped forward with each word. Forcing the sissy back by his mere presence. Down the hall. Past the can. Into a small reposition room.

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

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

The sissy's typeface stung as he was pushed to his knees. The old man quickly pulled out his recollective dick. Tapping it against Ian's human face."Give us a expert suck, boy."The old man said.

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

exterior, just foot 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 sodding alien as if her wedding vows meant naught. She had just walked up to him and asked, ‘ want me to suck your tool in the alley ?'like a common sporting lady.

Because that's what she was.

Her physical structure shivered with fervor as she massaged the man's sweaty egg. As fatty leaned forward and reached beneath her.

She could feel her top tear as he yanked it give to paw at her breasts. Roughly mauling her whale tits once he set them free.

Wendy moaned with pain and lust.

Inside the old man chuckled each time he thrust his shaft deep in the gagging sissy's pharynx. He had a smattering of Ian's hair painfully grabbed on each face of his head and was roughly face fucking the wimp. Ian had tears in his eyes from the rough intervention.

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

Obediently, the effeminate didn't deglutition. Opening his oral fissure to show the old man. Trying to dismiss the warm, disgusting, slime on his lingua.

"Ha ! Good. Wonderful. You really are just a sissy."The old man watched Ian. Gloating in his mastery of the vernal man. Savoring Ian's humiliation. A stranger's jizz pooled on his sissified clapper.

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

The man walked out as Ian gulped down his jizz.

exterior, 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 bloomers and walked away from her without another Word of God. Leaving the cum dumpster there in the alley with the rest of the methamphetamine hydrochloride.

Later Ulysses S. Grant's date laughed at the wretched yoke. Wendy and Ian were naked. On their knees in Ulysses Grant's back yard. Their asses were in the air and brass pressed to the mud as the blonde sprayed them with chilly H2O from the hose.

The loving duo faced each early. Their foreland touching. Their bodies shivering in the cold water.

The womanhood had given them each a pocket-size spanking. Nowhere near as abominable as they usually received.

Grant had found it screaming that Ian sucked off the old man. Now he was letting his date abuse them as a material body of foreplay.

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

Ulysses S. Grant grinned as he put his boot against Wendy's ass."clock time to go home slut."He shoved her forward into the mud.

Shamefully the hubby and wife collected their dispose clothes as Grant headed upstairs to hump his date.

Ian had a friend named grub. They had known each other since college and still give ear out once a calendar month or so. Though not since Ian's new job.

On Sun Ian invited chow over for lunch. They chatted happily through the meal, though Ian had butterfly in his sissy bay window.

President Grant had ordered this sports meeting up.

After lunch Ian blurted out his crinkle. Worried that if he waited too farseeing he would lose his brass.

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

grub just stared at him for a farseeing minute. Ian trembled all over in prevision and apprehension. Truly he had valued his friendship with this man. Now concession was forcing him to fox it away. There would be no going back to formula after this. No matter what Chuck decided.

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

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

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

Ian nodded. Feeling betrayed and humiliated by his longtime Friend. He couldn't help his little dick get excited at Chuck's solvent.

Chuck found Wendy in the lord bedroom. 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 curve Elwyn Brooks White harvest top. She stood when he entered.

"Ian said you like it rough."chuck said. Shutting the doorway 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 acquaintance.

"Whatever he wants ?"chow asked. He grabbed her long hair and painfully yanked her caput back as she placed her decoration on his pectus.

"Anything."Wendy gasped.

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

Wendy gasped again when chow gave her face a duo light slaps. Smiling at how submissive she was. He reached down and lifted her top. Pinching her tit and squeezing her big titty.

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

"Tell me you want my cock."He ordered. Rubbing her wet cunny. His fingerbreadth pressed between her spread thigh.

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

She leaned forward and bit the back of her fist in lust when he started rubbing his dick against her pussy. How could he ? This man she had been friends with for years. Since she had met Ian. Had he wanted her all this fourth dimension ? Watched her with lust in his centre ?

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

Wendy shook through a diminished sexual climax as eats's hawkshaw slowly pushed into her. She moaned and groaned as he got into his rhythm. Slapping her ass in meter with his thrusts.

chuck felt better than he had ever imagined as he plowed Ian's wife. When he was ready he finished in the only way that seemed set aside.

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

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

Though perhaps he would be back to fuck the big titted adulteress. He would remember about it anyway.

Grant didn't fuck Ian much anymore. Not since Wendy became his assistant. Work after chow's visit was different.

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

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

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

Wendy could only watch with pathos as her pansy husband was fucked deep in the ass. She knelt passively on the level. Waiting her turn.

"I understand you are estranged from your Padre, Ian. He's a existent piece of shit. Or so my whore William Tell me."He grabbed Ian's hair, yanking his oral sex up.

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

"You will take Wendy to him. Offer her to that piece of shit. impart 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 mother when he was Lester Willis 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 man of the desk.

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

Patrick groaned as he lifted his majority from the worn sofa. He wondered what inconsiderate asshole would be knocking so late. It was nearly seven and he was already on his 5th beer.

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

The couple stood waiting on the porch. Ian in a short pink sundress. Wendy in a depressed miniskirt and white halter with no bra. Her dark areola clearly seeable through the melt off material.

They both wore matching white 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, previous, his muscular tissue turned to fat, and a big one shot belly beneath a oleaginous T-shirt. The old man still intimidated his son.

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

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

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

"I'm not a prostitute. 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 deep intimation."I ... I'm a pansy cuck. My ... master demanded that I offer you my wife for the night. To do whatever you want to her."Ian found himself looking at his animal foot as he explained. Glossy, white high heel over his White person stockings. He couldn't bring himself to look his married woman or his sire in the centre.

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

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

Patric followed Ian to the backdoor. Tossing him a ratty blanket as they passed the piffling laundry room. Then the pantywaist was out in the bet on railway yard.

"Let's get something straight ..."Ian could find out the old dickhead slap his wife as the door closed.

With tears in his eye, the sissy stepped into the fenced in dog house. He wrapped the blanket around himself and cuddled in the large dog sign of the zodiac as a secondly story windowpane opened. Shedding some light on the back railway yard.

Soon he could hear his wife gasping with intimate joy. His father's own fuck moans sending shivers down his spine. The occasional sharp snap of a helping hand striking skin would persuade across the yard. Spanks or slaps, Ian had no way of knowing.

It was a long night. His father seemed to let the stamina of a twenty year old.

In the break of the day, Ian gently sucked on his Father-God's balls. The old man's limp cock rested against the sissy's face. slip with fresh jizz and Wendy's cunt juice.

Wendy had made breakfast. Now she sat following to the old man on the couch. He happily groped her between raciness of bacon and pledge. The Milquetoast 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.

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

Wendy was laying across her master's lap. Nude except for a Black person supporter and stockings. And her senior high heels. Her ass was red and throbbing from a spanking. She moaned quietly as Ulysses Grant fucked her with two fingers.

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

"Saturday Nox I have a really fun programme for the two of you. Make sure enough you take spear carrier care getting gear up before you come over.

Wendy gasped as her master's quarter round flicked her sensitive clit. Her body shivered as she was taken by a modest orgasm.

"I wonder what he has planned for us."Duncan James Corrow Grant said as he stepped into the master copy bedroom Friday nighttime. They were both raw and excited to slumber together. One of only three nights they were allowed per week.

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

With his slight torso plucked and his make up on he really did appear like a little girl. Even naked, his tiny sissified bump was easy to look out over.

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

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

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

She couldn't assistance a unusual notion of ignominy as she sucked the sissy off. Like she was doing something no one would O.K. of.

Afterward they held each early lovingly. Drifting asleep together.

They were both dressed in cute Zane Grey cocktail clothes. Short and a bit indecent, though neutral for about of the natural process their master had called upon them to do.

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

Ian's eyes went wide of the mark with shock, but Wendy just nodded her head word. She had fiddling shame or modesty left after the last few weeks.

subsidization drove them to a magnanimous theater in a down grade stoppage near the airdrome. When they went in they were greeted by half a twelve washed out womanhood in intimate apparel. And a handful of men in cheap commercial enterprise suits.

President Grant worked things out with the ma'am.

"Great. Ian strip to your underwear."The sissy had a infant amobarbital sodium, silk bra and panty. Along with white stockings. Grant made him kneel near the incoming and tied the sissy's radiocarpal joint behind his back.

He wrote ‘ PLEASE, nooky MY harlot married woman. $ 50'on Ian's potbelly in hot pink lip rouge.

Wendy changed into a white, short lace skirt and tally underbodice. She was by a large margin the most attractive fair sex there.

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

Soon the maiden toilet paid for Ian's wife. An old man, he paid the lady with a credit card who gave him a dollar and didactics in comeback.

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

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

The evening turned into a longsighted Nox of dollar sign bills, fucks and smacking. fourteen men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end.

Ian spent nigh of the night with tears in his eyes. His marrow breaking a little more each fourth dimension a unknown led his married woman away.

Something about being so complicit in selling her soundbox. Something about accepting the dollar as a pittance for breaking their intimacy killed a piddling of his someone.

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

Sunday started with a vociferation from grant. The smug man asked how they enjoyed their foremost maraud into being whores. Then moved on without waiting for an solution.

He was excited about the edict he had to give the pathetic dyad. The next part of his master plan.

Ian put on a cute pink bra and step-in set. With fiddling blue bowknot on his pelvis and in between the cup. He also had a white garter and stockings and a small Amytal bow in his pilus.

Wendy wore a red lace one man with a thong back. The lacing was sheer enough that her breast were clearly visible. As was the fact that her twat was bald.

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

They took a deep intimation. Then walked out into the gay day of their back yard.

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

When they started on the front yard they drew looker-on. motorcar slowed down as they passed. neighbor peeked out of windows.

Wendy, sweaty and nearly nude as she pushed the mower. Ian looking like a fagot in womanhood's underclothing as he knelt and weeded the flower seam.

"I'm not sure 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 party with the boys."Wendy told Ian.

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

Wendy patted his articulatio humeri."I'll aid 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 elbow room. Now fully decked out like a teenaged daughter's bedroom, as Grant had purchased humiliating point for him. In addition to the princess vanity, the bed was a pink frilly canopy incubus. terminated with half a dozen fluffy pillows and gormandise animals. The wallpaper was white with pink ticker. There was a pink armchair in one nook 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 notice on it. One was of three stripped down aphrodisiacal firemen. The other a sexy vampire man with a big prominence in his drawers.

Ian had been ordered to masturbate three times a workweek while staring at the posting.

Wendy opened his dresser and pulled out a canary yellowness, lace bra and panty set. Then a poor, blue dress with a pleated doll and a button up top. His bra was visible through the white cloth. A dyad of White River high cad and a blue hair bow completed his supporting players.

"No stockings ?"He asked a little disappointed. He actually liked when they wore equalise stockings. Without their halo it had become a foreign form of intimacy 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 stark. knit stitch bed, chest of drawers and modest toilet table.

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

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

The sentiment of real men seeing her in her aphrodisiac underwear turned her on. The bra couldn't even successfully compensate her tit. Her short berries would be on display for all to see.

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

Then a pair of mean workout shorts to match. Small enough that the bottom boundary of her asscheeks were seeable.

Then they were in the car and on their way.

They walked around the side of Hanks home. They could hear the great unwashed on the patio. Wendy smiled as she turned the box and saw her ally.

Ian picked up on the strange mood right away. There was anticipation in the air. An awkwardness not caused by his women's clothing.

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

"Lookin good, Ian !"baronet said in what seemed like a merry voice, though the sissy thought he caught a predatory boundary to the man's vocalism.

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

"Ah ! The whore of honor has arrived. And her silly milksop cuck."Grant announced as he stepped out of the business firm behind them.

Ian saw a shudder run through Wendy. The electric shock on her side. The thin veneer of normalcy she had built for herself smashing.

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

Hiram Ulysses Grant stepped close and put an arm around Wendy's shank. He could feel the beautiful woman trembling as he hugged her."The boys have been waiting to see more of you fore some time."He brazenly reaches for her big tits with his resign hand. Squeezing them in front of the crowd. Savoring the separate facial expression of despair on her beautiful face."I've told them all about your new position in my company."

"Yeah, on your genu, slattern !"Tilda called out. Wendy shuddered at the malice in the chubby cleaning lady's voice.

"Let's get this party started."Cary Grant grinned, licking the position of Wendy's neck opening. He moved her up on the terrace, so everyone could get a in effect aspect."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 boy and his wife. She lay down on a lounger and pulled him down next to her bulk."They're going to bust up your whore wife, sissy."She whispered in his ear.

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

The gathered boys cheered as she pulled the grey shirt over her head. Her toilsome nipples visible just above the half-cup bra.

She turned and crumpled way over to draw in her shorts down. Obediently making sure the display 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 breasts with the other. Hiding her tits as the pinko bra fell to the ground.

The boys cheered again when she revealed her knocker with a lilliputian fly high. Looking to Grant for commendation.

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

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

"I think the male child 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."creeping ..."He sneered, savoring the discussion."front crawl to each man and say your sorry. Then buss his penis to demonstrate your submission."

Shivering, Wendy crawled on her hands and knees to the inaugural man. Ben quickly pulled his hard 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 back talk against the tip of his dick.

"sanctum piece of tail !"Ben gasped as she gave his dick a long buss.

Then she crawled to the next man. Another cock kiss. This time with a piffling tongue. As she crawled away he slapped her round ass hard. Leaving a soft red hand print.

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

On the dilly-dallier, fat Tilda had pulled off Ian's apparel. She was grinning and giggling as she watched Wendy humiliated. Her script was in Ian's yellow, lace scanty. She pinched and pulled on his tiny peter as Wendy debased herself.

Most of the men had pulled out their earphone and were taking pictures of the beautiful defenseless adult female as Grant made her flummox.

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

Over and over she posed. On her hired hand and human knee, kissing Grant's brake shoe. On a chair, her leg spacious, fingers pulling her pussylips apart. On her knees, squeezing her big teat together and licking her sass for the camera.

Tilda has stripped and forced the Milquetoast to the ground. His face buried between her meaty thighs. She moaned and squeezed her own titty as he licked her wet cunt.

The boys lifted Wendy up and placed her on another couch chair. Hank pulled her weapons system above her psyche and tied her articulatio radiocarpea to the human body, as Duncan James Corrow Grant had told him.

Her cruel master leaned in and whispered in her ear as he pinched her mammilla."I want you to feel helpless for this next part."He pushed a galosh musket ball 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 shoulder strap.

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

The big man groped her tits. Squeezing unnecessarily hard as he fucked her. He grunted as his cock speared deep inside the bound beauty.

After Hank shot his lode inside her she was mounted by the next. Ben happily gave her nerve a few slaps as his dick slid into her loose-fitting cunt. Then he moved on to her tit. Smacking them back and Forth. Enjoying the way they jiggled and bounced as she squealed into her gag.

Over and over the son fucked and abused her. Running a train on her beautiful pussy. They had each taken some ED pills so they could have it off her More than once.

By the time they were done, Wendy's pussy was a gawk sight. Sore and caked with jizz. She had been brought to a fistful of powerful orgasms, and lay there exhausted.

"Ah, ah, ah ! Not metre to log Z's yet, you stupid cum dumpster."Tilda stood defenseless and bombastic above the bounds char. She pulled the ballgag out of Wendy's sassing."My turn."

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

Wendy obediently licked and sucked the fat woman's puss. A slave even to early women's pleasure.

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

Grant stood behind the weakly interacting massive particle and raised a leather belted ammunition. Ian squealed as he was whipped. The leather kissing a line of fire through his lace panties.

Finally the boys started to entrust. Joking and marveling over the pictures they had taken, the ill-usage they had given, and the potential for the hereafter.

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 Duncan Grant had his two pets in his office. A marvellous man with a thin mustache and an expensive suit sat on a chair in the box watching.

"I'm very proud of the two of you. I think you are ready for the next step on your journey. striptease naked."He ordered the twain.

"This is Mr. Jorst."Their master explained as the pair quickly got nude."He brought theme for you to sign up that will annul your pitiable apology for a marriage."

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

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

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

Wendy hesitated, then gave a slight nod. Mr. Jorst showed her the dozen patch on the document 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 thin cock pushed easily into her pussy.

"That's it miss. Be a safe young lady and sign. Uhrum."He ordered.

There were tears in her heart as she signed the papers. Though she didn't hesitate. Her tits slapped together as the grandiloquent lawyer fucked her from nates.

"Uh, hungh. Good, good !"

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

Ian openly wept as he started to subscribe. 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 chest was across the annulment document. The sissy whimpered with each thrust of the man.

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

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

"Wonderful."Cary Grant said. Grinning down at his favorite toy dog. Ian and Wendy knelt on the trading floor. petting each other.

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