Wendy wore the shortest skirt she owned. A wild blue yonder, plicate thing that stopped a few inches short of her knee. Underneath she wore red lace scanty Ian had bought her for Valentine a couple years ago, and never wore again.

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

She wore a matching bra under a fragile, button up blouse. Sheer enough to take a crap out the synopsis of her bra. Nearly half the clitoris were undone.

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

"It ... this will be ok."Her hubby tried to control her. Placing his hand on her articulatio humeri. He had driven wearing nothing but a twain of black boxers. He hated to admit to himself that it felt weird to fatigue men's underwear instead of pantie.

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

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

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

"I ... uh ... 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 dripping. Try again. And be humble."Grant sneered.

"Grant, my pathetic tool isn't soundly enough for my beautiful married woman. I happily give her to you to use. Would you teach her how to be the woman of the street she is ?"The Milquetoast obediently offered.

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

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

"You need to plane this, slut. A proper whore has a puss as smooth as silk."Duncan James Corrow Grant tugged painfully at her curly browned pubic fuzz.

Wendy grunted as the Alpha forced her to deform over the arm of his couch. He flipped up her skirt and yanked down her red panty.

She let out a long moan as his big hammer entered her. She hated to admit that it really was so much more satisfy than her husband's. It seemed to contact her everyplace interior. Pleasure everything.

Ian put his handwriting behind his back as his wife was fucked. His tiny pud getting clay in his boxers.

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

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

Wendy moaned as Ian's spit gave her its own pleasure. Licking and sucking the Alpha's cum out of her. Also pushing her to an orgasm. She pushed back and rubbed her used pussy on her sissy husband's brass as she gasped her joy.

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

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

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

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."Grant said from behind her. His hands reaching around to play with her big mammilla.

"Ian ... you're ... you're not really a husband. I've just been pity fucking you because you're so silly. You couldn't live up to me like Grant can. This fucking should help you see you aren't a man in this relationship."Wendy had rip in her eyes as she started to bear on the forefront of the dildo into her husband's ass.

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

For Ian, everything turned into the dildo burning its way painfully inside him. His fiddling penis straining in its rigorousness. Turned on by his wife's Good Book as well as her usurpation of his humanness.

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

Wendy's big mamilla jiggled with her thrusts. She winced every time she shoved the dildo into her husband's ass. His painful, girly whimper like claws on her someone.

Eventually Ian drizzled his slight cummies down the side of the lounge. Duncan Grant pulled Wendy off him and made the sissified slug it up.

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

"prison term for my whores to go forth. Buy some sexier apparel 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 sorry about that, Ian."Wendy started to cry."I didn't mean any of it."

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

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

Together they went out shopping for a new wardrobe. They started with Wendy. She picked out some shirts and skirt that were more risqué than usual. Then she picked out a bunch of intimate apparel. Silk and lacing. thong and nighties.

The beautiful wife shivered every time she pulled on a thong or bikini bottom or shorts. Her newly shaved cunny tingled with hullabaloo at each cutaneous senses.

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

Wendy spread her legs encompassing. She thought of Ulysses S. Grant as her fingers dipped into her beloved pot. She should take been buying these sexy apparel for her husband. To please him.

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

Her pansy husband waited patiently on the other side of meat of the changing elbow room threshold.

Then it was Ian's turn of events. They only picked out clothes from the ‘ dame'section. Skirts and dresses. Blouses and lingerie.

Ian blushed every time he stepped out of the grooming way to show off. His midget pud heavily with inflammation.

Wendy was horrified to witness portion of her savour treating him like this. horrified and aroused. The whole naughty afternoon was turning her on. Her husband emasculated before her.

Here it was just her and him. There was a spicy intimacy in his abasement 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 cheeseparing and reaching under the short chick he was showing off. Her fingers found his arduous prick. She tugged him as he licked his miserable lip in turmoil."Ok, back in there you poor sissy."

That evening when they got home, Ian immediately changed into a curt bird and silk blouse. He shivered as he pulled on lace panties and Edward White stockings.

Wendy found she couldn't go on her hands off him. Reaching under his skirt to constrict his ass or pet his dick. Running her fingerbreadth up and down his placid blouse.

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

After dinner they made have sex long into the night. Fully aware that Duncan James Corrow Grant would keep on to pervert their kinship. Their sexuality.

"Please, Amy. I'm just a worthless whore. My pitiful, sissy hubby need to learn his place. I want you to do whatever you want with him."Wendy was on her knees before Ian's ugly fat colleague.

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 motor any more.

"That's far too masculine for a wet pansy like him."Grant had told them. The cruel man now standing behind them grinning at this new humiliation he was forcing on them. Making Wendy whirl her have a go at it hubby to another womanhood.

"Ha ! What a dumb cunt."Amy said. She reached down and slapped Wendy across the cheek. Causing the submissive girl to heave with shock and a strange turmoil."Sure, I'll learn your worthless, twat, economize a affair or two."

The fat woman grabbed Ian's hair and painfully pulled his face to her fork as she sat down. The sissy obediently tugged down the big fair sex's jeans as Ulysses S. Grant pulled Wendy to the door.

The brunette couldn't select her eyes off her husband until the door closed behind them. Her final stage glimpse was of Ian trouncing and kissing the fat cleaning lady's second joint. A tender act that used to be reserved for her alone.

But then, so was what she was doing for Ulysses Grant. minute later she straddled his bare lap. Her step-in on the floor. Grinding her pussy against his big, grueling, putz. She couldn't stop chill as his fuck rod caressed her newly bald cunny. She felt strangely vulnerable, sensitive.

He was sucking then biting her concentrated mammilla. Savoring her compliance to his every whim.

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

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

"And you will exact the bus, so as many mass as potential will see my fuck toys."

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

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

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

She picked out a short, thermionic vacuum tube dress for her sissy married man. Shiny ash gray and it didn't quite cover his ass. He was continuously tugging it down.

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

Wendy picked out a Panthera pardus print top. Basically just two strap that barely covered her tit and then met to twine around her waist.

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

For a bottom she wore a short schoolgirl's skirt. Like Ian's it didn't quite cover her labialize ass. She wore a silk G-string that offered her a piddling modesty. Though none for her derrière.

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

Wendy figured they would necessitate to notice means to share that intimacy. It was obvious that Duncan James Corrow Grant intended to loot away the bonds that most couples took for granted.

They both had black, mellow hound. Stilettos. Neither were A-one well-heeled walk in them. Ian was just barely used to habitue high bounder.

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 recollective brown hair was now up and she looked like a prostitute who was trying to displace upscale.

"I know, honey."Ian gave her a get it on hug."Grant wants to snap down our resistance. This is another footmark in that. If we can dress like this in public, we will cut back 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 quantity of concupiscent grins. Wendy couldn't help shivering with exhilaration. Somehow what she was wearing was even more humiliating than if she had boarded the bus fully nude. She kept reaching up to stop her jumbo mammilla from wobbling. Which merely drew More attention to the expectant nodding globe.

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

Wendy shivered as they walked into the restaurant. fountainhead dressed men and adult female sat eating and chatting at mesa. When they looked at her it was with obvious disdain. Like she was worthless. Gutter crank to be used then tossed away.

She tried to keep her chief down through the repast, but couldn't assistance looking up to see who was watching. She shivered every time she made eye impinging. Feeling dehumanise and more slimy each metre.

By the end of the repast a change had come over her. And over her pantywaist husband. The chagrin had swallowed their self. Leaving them even more shy and slavish.

After the repast, grant took them back to the kitchen. He had made arrangement ahead of time. Otherwise they wouldn't have been allowed in the eating house in the world-class piazza.

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

The duo simply mumbled ‘ yes sir'and lifted their short chick. cook and busboys grinned as they looked at Wendy's shaved cunt. Then a small cheer went up as she started to finger herself. Ian pulling on his tiny bump next to her.

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

Neither lasted long. When done Grant ushered them out the back into the moody alley. Chuckling as the kitchen door closed on them.

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

Wendy had been ordered to endure out or keeping dress to shape by her sea captain. After the Mon dark dinner she had lilliputian pick but spring in.

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

Her mate in the meeting was Bev. An elderly woman who Wendy had beaten out for a promotion almost a year ago. They had been bitter rival before that. Now they were active resister. The sr. fair sex took every opportunity to undermine Wendy's work.

The erstwhile woman gave Wendy an astonished look when she saw how she was dressed. The men in the meeting couldn't catch staring at the subservient charwoman's tits.

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

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

The clients certainly seemed to suppose so.

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

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

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

Bev grinned. She could sense some sort of alteration in the untried fair sex. It was obvious she could work 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 troll ass nearly exposed by her abruptly chick as she bent over the board.

Bev felt an flummox sense of power and exhilaration as she swatted the young woman's ass. Wendy's forefront jerked up and she gasped in surprise.

"You aren't better than me now. Are you, whore ?"Bev asked. She grabbed the woman's long brown whisker 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 buns.

"You have everyone fooled, but not me."Bev said as she lifted Wendy's skirt up past her circle ass. Revealing two beautiful pallid globe hugging a silk flip-flop."What a whore. You're just a lying, manipulative bitch. Probably slept your way to your locating. Didn't you !"The former woman continued to accent her words with sharp slap on Wendy's now bare asscheeks.

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

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

Wendy clenched her eyes shut in shame when she said,"Yes. That's right. I'm terrible at my job. I ... I manipulated and ... and used my body."There were tears in her close down eyes when she admitted,"I'm a complete whore, and don't deserve 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 as Wendy sobbed.

Cary Grant was slowly and successfully dehumanizing the Young couple. Ian was further along than Wendy. Things like wearing women's wearing apparel all the time and not being allowed to drive, constantly ground away at his ego.

Wendy was quickly catching up. complaint about her dress had been made at body of work. Yet she continued to arrange like a bawd. She was sure to suffer her job soon.

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

The offset ... Quiet Time. Between four and nine in the evening, on weekdays, she was to wear some variant of ball gag.

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

He even ordered her to do her grocery store shopping in the afternoon. Wendy would be humiliated. Feeling dehumanized with the clump gag in her sass. former shoppers staring and smirking at her.

The second private humiliation ... T-mail. Before she could take the gag out she had to undress, alone in her elbow room. Then she had to run a airstrip of duct tapeline from the top of her bald pubic mound, down to incubate her bare cunny. Then a opus each across her big breasts. Making surely to handle her nipples.

At her leisure she was to tear the tape off. Fast or slow, was her choice. First her breasts. Then her pussy. Always leaving her shin raw and burning.

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

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

The tertiary humiliation was that they were to retain separate rooms. The master chamber was to go to their professional. During the week they had to log Z's alone in their own rooms. Their sign was just big enough, after converting Wendy's office.

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

Also Wendy was no longer to make at home. Ian was told to do that. He had a pinko forestage with Edward White frilly edging. And the words ‘ the dutiful wife loves to serve'printed on it.

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

It was Friday good afternoon. Wendy had stopped by to pick up her sissy husband from work. earlier she had been given a last warning at piece of work for apparel code violations.

Grant had quickly fucked her over his desk. pressing her big titty and her cheek against the hard wood 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 comeback. Set on a big hot plate it was noticeably making the elbow room warmer.

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

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

Wendy rubbed hers for a here and now. It's weight had been a perpetual admonisher of their love. A proof of their enduring partnership.

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

"Excellent."assignment smirked."I'm going to contribute the atomic number 79 to a homeless guy so he can buy drugs."Their cruel master waved them off."Get out."

Wendy packed up her office. Tears in her eyes and a weighed down system of weights in her chest.

She had been fired. She knew it was coming and wanted desperately to call in Ian. To hear his comforting vocalization.

subsidization had refused. He had this planned and had told her ahead of metre that all she could do was come in to him when it happened.

affair got worse when Bev came in to gloat."Finally got what you deserve ? soundly elimination, you trash."The older charwoman grinned with her arm crossed, holding a paper 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 head.

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

Wendy wanted to deny. To shout at the woman to leave.

Instead she had to observe Bev's smile get wider as her wearing apparel slowly fell to the floor.

"Bet you think boys like a girl with big cow bag like you."Bev said stepping forward. She pinched Wendy's nipples and twisted them as she talked."Not true. They just know you'll overspread your whore legs at the free fall of a hat."

The woman finally let go and made the younger woman kneel. Bev took a here and now to smirk down at her rival. She savored her victory over the younger woman. Then she pulled a big jar out of the sack. love.

The one-time charwoman poured it all over Wendy's body. Mostly from the neck opening down. Tears filled Wendy's eyes as the sticky slime began to extend her beautiful body.

The submissive fair sex shivered as the goopy dear covered her big tits. As it seeped into her crotch. Like a giant honey bee jizzing all over her.

Bev chuckled, relishing her power over the subservient bitch. She used her bare hands to spread out the dear all over. Taking her fourth dimension rubbing it on Wendy's monster udders.

A shiver of hullabaloo ran through the old woman as her fingers massaged down between the beautiful brunet's thighs. She ignored her unholy lust as she groped another womanhood's sex. Smearing the love all over Wendy's pussy.

Then she pulled out a bag of feathers.

"This is just a reminder of your place in the world."Bev said as she pressed the feathers all over Wendy's viscous soundbox. Making sure to underwrite the girl's pillowy breasts. And taking an extra large handful and mashing it forcefully against Wendy's cunny.

Then she made the young adult female get dressed over her honey and plume. She actually helped the crushed girl finish packing. Then escorted her all the way out to her car. yesteryear snickering, sometime co-worker. Giving her a jaunty wave and grinning as she drove off.

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

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

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

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

She was his personal assistant now. Left with niggling choice but to work out for him. As he had planned.

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

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

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

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

Soon Ian winced when he heard the acute CRACK ! of the belt through the doorway. His married woman's do-or-die cries over and over in response as she was abused.

Unbidden, his bantam sissy bump got hard.

This was the way it should be. Him, alone and humiliated in women's intimate apparel. While veridical men played with his toy dog. Played rough.

Probably breaking them.

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

They snuggled together after failing to wee-wee supply ship, normal love.

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

Wendy grinned at her hubby."It's probably for the best. This pathetic nothing has never satisfied me anyway."She flicked his footling sissy 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 tiny penis was already twitching from his wife's humiliating countersign.

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

"A twin negligee too. You pathetic wimp."She told him. So he pulled on a White person lace top. One that didn't cover his shocking crotch.

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

"I can't even finger you."She lied, grinding back and Forth River. 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 breast. Enjoying fucking his own wife. Even just for a instant.

Ian had a routine in the first light. One Grant designed to be degrading. To constantly prompt him of his blank space.

He had to wake up former than his married woman. When he slipped out of bed he put on high dog. Not his employment blackguard. These are just for around the theatre. Then he pulled on a baby blue angel housecoat over his nightgown.

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

Then he went back upstairs where he had to strike a bubble bathroom. ‘ Pink Dreams'was his brand name. Ian would be deliberate to knock off off any offending hair's-breadth on his pantywaist eubstance.

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 panties, he picked out a bra or wrapper. Then he sat at his conceitedness. Probably the most humiliating part of his break of the day.

The composition table is something concession bought him. A girly property made for a sissy. It was T. H. White Mrs. Henry Wood with pinko frilly cloth stapled to the edges. With a big mirror and plenty of drawer. It had a mate chair with a partiality back, and ping upholstered hindquarters. Also with ruff.

Ian would take ten or 15 minutes getting his makeup right.

Then he would extract on a dress or a skirt and blouse. He would get in the car on the passenger side of meat and his wife would take them to puzzle out.

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

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

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

He sat on his lounge, defenseless. Wendy side by side to him in a blueing wrapper. Her head in his lap, bobbing up and down as she stacked his rooster.

Ian knelt on the floor in forepart. He wore a pink lace bra and matching scanty. He held Ian's good substructure by the ankle joint and dog.

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

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

The cruel boss groaned as he shot his load in Wendy's sassing. The beautiful woman desperately swallowing his slimy jizz.

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

"We are going to go to a bar and have a fun dark out."assignment finished. Smirking down at his slave.

The slavish couple continued to absorb and kiss their master's feet. Humiliated, but obedient on the story before him.

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

That Saturday they all went to a bar. Grant arrived first, with a date. A young blonde cleaning woman. Then Ian came in and got a board.

Finally Wendy. Dressed slutty and hot. She sat at the bar and scoped the office out. She was to cull the ugliest guy. person who would normally be going home alone. At some percentage point she would invite him back to the alley and fall in him a blowjob.

Ian would throw to sneak back to watch.

She got a pair drunkenness in her. Openly flirting with a twosome guy rope. Then Ian watched as she walkt over to a fat young man. The guy looked sweaty. His chubby grimace lit up when the brunette whispered in his ear though.

Wendy led him into the back hall and out of sight. A bit later Ian got up to pursue.

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

"Excited to watch your wife with another man ?"The marvellous man stepped forward with each word. Forcing the sissy back by his bare presence. Down the hall. Past the bathrooms. Into a modest warehousing way.

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

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

The sissy's font stung as he was pushed to his knees. The old man quickly pulled out his long dick. Tapping it against Ian's face."Give us a upright suction, boy."The old man said.

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

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

She pleasured a complete stranger as if her wedding vows meant nothing. She had just walked up to him and asked, ‘ want me to suck your peter in the skittle alley ?'like a common bawd.

Because that's what she was.

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

She could feel her top bout as he yanked it open to paw at her breasts. Roughly mauling her giant tits once he set them free.

Wendy moaned with painful sensation and lust.

Inside the old man chuckled each time he thrust his rooster deep in the gagging effeminate's throat. He had a handful of Ian's whisker painfully grabbed on each position of his head and was roughly brass fucking the wimp. Ian had split in his heart from the pugnacious treatment.

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

Obediently, the milksop didn't deglutition. Opening his mouth to register the old man. Trying to ignore the warm, disgusting, gook on his natural language.

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

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

The man walked out as Ian gulped down his jizz.

Outside, Wendy gulped down her own lading of cum. The fat man chuckling and groaning his way through an coming. Then he just zipped up his gasp and walked away from her without another word. Leaving the cum dumpster there in the alley with the rest of the Methedrine.

Later Cary Grant's date laughed at the misfortunate pair. Wendy and Ian were naked. On their knees in Grant's back yard. Their fundament were in the air and cheeks pressed to the mud as the blonde sprayed them with chilly water from the hose.

The loving distich faced each other. Their heads touching. Their physical structure shivering in the low temperature pee.

The woman had given them each a modest spanking. Nowhere near as unspeakable 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 form of foreplay.

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

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

Shamefully the husband and married woman collected their chuck out clothes as subsidization headed upstairs to make love his particular date.

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

On Lord's Day Ian invited Chuck over for luncheon. They chatted happily through the meal, though Ian had butterflies in his milksop tum.

subsidization had ordered this sports meeting up.

After lunch Ian blurted out his lines. Worried that if he waited too long he would fall back his face.

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

chow just stared at him for a long minute. Ian trembled all over in prevision and dread. Truly he had valued his friendship with this man. Now Grant was forcing him to throw it away. There would be no going back to pattern after this. No matter what Chuck decided.

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

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

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

Ian nodded. Feeling grass and humiliated by his longtime Quaker. He couldn't help his small dick get excited at Chuck's answer.

Chuck found Wendy in the maestro 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 slue white crop 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 ally.

"Whatever he wants ?"chow asked. He grabbed her recollective hair and painfully yanked her chief back as she placed her decoration on his chest.

"Anything."Wendy gasped.

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

Wendy gasped again when grub gave her face a couple Light slap. Smiling at how submissive she was. He reached down and lifted her top. Pinching her pap and squeezing her big nipple.

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

"William 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 turncock, Chuck."Wendy moaned for him.

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

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

Wendy shook through a modest coming as Chuck'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 set up he finished in the only way that seemed appropriate.

Chuck pulled out and shoved Wendy to the floor. With a triumphal moan and a grin he came all over her face and tits. Wiping his cock off in her hairsbreadth when he was finished.

He left without saying a word to the harlot, or the pansy. Their friendly relationship broken.

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

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

Ian's ass was on fire as he gripped his boss's desk. Ulysses Simpson Grant big cock swiftly jackhammering him from behind as he squeaked.

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

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

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

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

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

"You will demand Wendy to him. Offer her to that spell of cocksucker. open her to him for the night."

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

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

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

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

Ian knocked again. The two story sign of the zodiac 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 scant garden pink sundress. Wendy in a blue miniskirt and white halter with no bra. Her grim areola clearly seeable through the thin fabric.

They both wore matching white stockings.

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm not a prostitute. And I love your son. dearest 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 rich breathing spell."I ... I'm a sissy 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 fundament as he explained. Glossy, tweed high school heels over his white stockings. He couldn't bring himself to search his wife or his father in the eyes.

Saint Patrick grinned and stepped shut down to Wendy. She grimaced and looked away in shame, as the old man brazenly flipped her shirt up. Her enceinte knocker fully bared to him."Nice tits."He told her as he gave them a business firm wring."Yeah, ok. I'll bonk your whore wife, you little shit."

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

Patric followed Ian to the backdoor. Tossing him a ratty cover as they passed the little washing room. Then the sissy was out in the back thou.

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

With tears in his eyes, the sissy stepped into the fenced in doghouse. He wrapped the blanket around himself and cuddled in the large dog house as a second story window opened. Shedding some sparkle on the dorsum one thousand.

Soon he could get a line his wife gasping with intimate pleasure. His Padre's own screw moans sending quiver down his spine. The occasional acutely press stud of a hand striking pelt would stockpile across the yard. Spanks or slaps, Ian had no way of knowing.

It was a long night. His begetter seemed to give birth the stamina of a xx twelvemonth old.

In the morning, Ian gently sucked on his father's balls. The old man's limp putz rested against the pantywaist's face. slip with tonic jizz and Wendy's cunt succus.

Wendy had made breakfast. Now she sat side by side to the old man on the couch. He happily groped her between insect bite of Bacon and pledge. The sissy on his knees before his father. Serving him in a way no son should.

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

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

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

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 married woman's. His petite prick 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. puddle certain you take redundant charge getting set up before you come over.

Wendy gasped as her victor's thumb flicked her sensitive clit. Her consistency shivered as she was taken by a modest orgasm.

"I wonder what he has planned for us."Ulysses S. Grant said as he stepped into the skipper bedroom Friday Night. They were both naked and excited to sleep together. One of only three dark they were allowed per hebdomad.

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

With his flimsy body plucked and his make up on he really did search like a girl. Even naked, his tiny sissy extrusion was promiscuous to leave out.

She ordered him to put on a regal lace step-in and nighty. Cropped to show off his smooth tum.

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

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

She couldn't aid a unknown feeling of disgrace as she sucked the pansy off. Like she was doing something no one would O.K. of.

Afterward they held each other lovingly. Drifting asleep together.

They were both dressed in cute grayness cocktail garb. shortstop and a bit indecorous, though neutral for most of the activeness their master had called upon them to do.

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

Ian's eyes went wide of the mark with blow, but Wendy just nodded her head. She had little shame or modesty left after the go few week.

assignment drove them to a large business firm in a lower class mental block near the airport. When they went in they were greeted by half a dozen washed out woman in lingerie. And a handful of men in gaudy business suits.

Grant worked things out with the madam.

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

He wrote ‘ PLEASE, roll in the hay MY WHORE WIFE. $ 50'on Ian's tummy in hot garden pink lipstick.

Wendy changed into a flannel, short lace skirt and pair underbodice. She was by a large margin the most attractive woman there.

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

Soon the foremost john paid for Ian's married woman. An one-time man, he paid the madam with a credit identity card who gave him a dollar and instructions in tax return.

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

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

The evening turned into a recollective night of dollar mark pecker, fucks and slaps. xiv men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end.

Ian spent nearly of the Night with tears in his middle. His mettle breaking a little more each time a stranger led his married woman away.

Something about being so complicit in selling her physical structure. Something about accepting the dollars as a pittance for breaking their intimacy killed a little of his someone.

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

Dominicus started with a call option from grant. The smug man asked how they enjoyed their first foray into being bawd. Then moved on without waiting for an answer.

He was excited about the social club he had to give the pitiful couple. The following part of his schoolmaster programme.

Ian put on a cunning pink bra and pantie set. With little blue devil bows on his rosehip and in between the cupful. He also had a white supporter and stockings and a little blue bow in his hair.

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

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

They took a deep breath. Then walked out into the gay day of their plump for yard.

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

When they started on the front curtilage they drew onlookers. automobile slowed down as they passed. Neighbors peeked out of windows.

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

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

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

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

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

Wendy patted his shoulder joint."I'll supporter you pick out a squeamish apparel. If concession 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 President Grant had purchased humiliating detail for him. In summation to the princess vanity, the bed was a pink frilly canopy nightmare. Complete with half a dozen fluffy pillows and stuffed animals. The wallpaper was white with pinko pith. There was a rap 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 bill on it. One was of three stripped down sexy firemen. The other a sexy vampire man with a big excrescence in his pants.

Ian had been ordered to fuck off three times a week while staring at the posters.

Wendy opened his dresser and pulled out a canary yellow, lacing bra and pantie set. Then a short, blue dress with a pleat skirt and a button up top. His bra was visible through the blank textile. A pair of tweed eminent heels and a blue hair bow completed his ensemble.

"No stockings ?"He asked a piddling disappointed. He actually liked when they wore matching stockings. Without their gang it had become a strange sort of affaire 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. Plain bed, dresser and low vanity.

She was getting more excited by the instant though. Surely Grant hadn't told the others what he had done to her. The evening would facilitate her smell like her old self. Hanging out among old friend.

She pulled out a pink silk G-string and matching half cup bra. Wondering if they would playact any of those stripping plot. Usually she was only volition when she was wino. Tonight though ...

The cerebration of actual men seeing her in her sexy underclothes turned her on. The bra couldn't even successfully overcompensate her teat. Her little berries would be on exhibit for all to see.

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

Then a yoke of tight exercise trunks to meet. 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 slope of Hanks house. They could hear citizenry on the patio. Wendy smiled as she turned the corner and saw her friends.

Ian picked up on the unusual mood right away. There was prediction in the air. An awkwardness not caused by his women's article of clothing.

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

"Lookin thoroughly, Ian !"baronet said in what seemed like a jovial articulation, though the milksop thought he caught a predatory sharpness to the man's representative.

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

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

Ian saw a tingle run through Wendy. The shock on her look. The thin veneer of normalcy she had built for herself shattering.

The charm had been broken. The boy hungrily grinned at the submissive span.

Cary Grant stepped close and put an arm around Wendy's shank. He could sense the beautiful womanhood trembling as he hugged her."The male child have been waiting to see more of you fore some time."He brazenly reaches for her big tits with his free hand. Squeezing them in front of the crowd. Savoring the give way look of desperation on her beautiful face."I've told them all about your new side in my company."

"Yeah, on your articulatio genus, slut !"Tilda called out. Wendy shuddered at the maliciousness in the chubby woman's voice.

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

Ian gasped when Tilda grabbed him and pulled him to the English. Away from the boys and his wife. She lay down on a reclining chair and pulled him down next to her bulk."They're going to wreck your sporting lady wife, sissy."She whispered in his ear.

On the patio, Wendy gripped the prat of her tank-top. She didn't have plenty ego left to reject. Her self regard had been burned away by Grant. If the men she considered her former, and best friends wanted to abuse her ... she wouldn't resist.

The gathered male child cheered as she pulled the grey shirt over her head. Her punishing tit visible just above the half-cup bra.

She turned and bow way over to extract her underdrawers 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 modestness.

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

The son cheered again when she revealed her tit with a minuscule flourish. Looking to Ulysses Grant for favorable reception.

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

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

"I think the son deserve an apologia for the way you've treated them. Keeping your goodies for yourself. Or unsound, for that sissy."

He stepped up and pushed her to her hired man and articulatio genus."Australian crawl ..."He sneered, savoring the word."Australian crawl to each man and say your sorry. Then kiss his penis to show your submission."

shivering, Wendy crawled on her hands and knees to the initiative man. Ben quickly pulled his hard cock out as she whimpered,"I'm so deplorable, sir. Muh ... my ass is yours to play with."Then she leaned in and pressed her lips against the tip of his putz.

"Holy nooky !"Ben gasped as she gave his prick a foresightful kiss.

Then she crawled to the next man. Another peter kiss. This prison term with a little tongue. As she crawled away he slapped her round ass hard. Leaving a lenient red mitt print.

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

On the lounger, 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 panties. She pinched and pulled on his tiny slit as Wendy debased herself.

Most of the men had pulled out their telephone and were taking video of the beautiful bare cleaning woman as assignment made her vex.

"You want the son to have something to call up this night by, don't you ?"He asked her as he made her bend over a death chair."Wiggle that cunning ass for the camera."He ordered. The raw cleaning lady obediently obeyed.

Over and over she posed. On her hands and knees, kissing Grant's shoe. On a chair, her wooden leg wide, fingerbreadth pulling her pussylips apart. On her knee, squeezing her big mamilla together and licking her lips for the camera.

Tilda has stripped and forced the pansy to the ground. His fount buried between her meaty thighs. She moaned and squeezed her own breasts as he licked her wet slit.

The boys lifted Wendy up and placed her on another lounge chairwoman. Hank pulled her branch above her pass and tied her carpus to the frame, as Hiram Ulysses Grant had told him.

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

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

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

After Hank shot his cargo inside her she was mounted by the next. Ben happily gave her human face a few slap as his dick slid into her sloppy slit. Then he moved on to her breasts. 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 wagon train on her beautiful pussy. They had each taken some ED pills so they could fuck her more than once.

By the fourth dimension they were done, Wendy's pussy was a yawn quite a little. Sore and caked with jizz. She had been brought to a handful of powerful climax, and lay there exhausted.

"Ah, ah, ah ! Not fourth dimension to sleep yet, you stupid cum dumpster."Tilda stood naked and large above the boundary woman. She pulled the ballgag out of Wendy's mouth."My turn."

The fat woman settled her bulk on the beautiful hole. Straddling the boundary girls boldness. She rubbed her crotch against Wendy's sass, already wet from Ian's cunt licking.

Wendy obediently licked and sucked the fat woman's pussycat. A striver even to other women's pleasance.

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

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

Finally the boy started to leave. Joking and marveling over the pictures they had taken, the contumely they had given, and the potential for the future.

Soiled and used, Wendy and Ian made their way back to their car. Then back house. They showered together and lay down in the sea captain sleeping room. Snuggling each early to sleep.



Monday Grant had his two PET in his office. A improbable man with a slim down mustache and an expensive suit sat on a chair in the corner watching.

"I'm very proud of the two of you. I think you are prepare for the adjacent step on your journey. Strip naked."He ordered the yoke.

"This is Mr. Jorst."Their master explained as the pair quickly got naked."He brought papers for you to sign that will lift your pathetic exculpation for a marriage."

Wendy and Ian both gasped as they removed the finis of their dress. subsidization grinned at the match. Waiting to see if either would dissent.

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

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

Wendy hesitated, then gave a slight nod. Mr. Jorst showed her the twelve bit on the document that she had to sign on 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 pretermit. Be a effective girl and sign. Uhrum."He ordered.

There were tears in her eyes as she signed the papers. Though she didn't hesitate. Her tits slapped together as the improbable lawyer fucked her from keister.

"Uh, hungh. Good, honorable !"

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

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

When Ian had signed all the office the magniloquent man kept him there. Pushing him so his chest was across the repeal papers. 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 skilful then. You are both now single."

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

"Wonderful."Grant said. Grinning down at his preferred toy dog. Ian and Wendy knelt on the floor. necking each other.

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