Wendy wore the shortest skirt she owned. A blueness, pleated matter that stopped a few inches short of her knees. Underneath she wore red lace pantie Ian had bought her for valentines a twosome class ago, and never wore again.

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

She wore a twin bra under a thin, button up blouse. Sheer enough to pass water out the outline of her bra. Nearly half the buttons were undone.

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

"It ... this will be ok."Her married man tried to see her. Placing his hand on her shoulder. He had driven wearing nothing but a pair of black pugilist. He hated to admit to himself that it felt Weird to assume men's underwear instead of panties.

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

Grant smirked when he answered his front line threshold."My two whores."He pulled Wendy into a buss right hand there in front of the vicinity. His paw slipping up the dorsum of her wench and squeezing her turn ass.

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

"I ... uh ... Grant, would you ... would you like to fuck my wife ?"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 silly hawkshaw isn't adept enough for my beautiful wife. I happily give her to you to use. Would you teach her how to be the lady of pleasure she is ?"The sissy obediently offered.

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

Soon President Grant had pulled both her boob out. One arm around her waist, he lifted her skirt up and shoved his hand into her lace panties.

"You need to shave this, slut. A right cocotte has a puss as smooth as silk."assignment tugged painfully at her curly Brown pubic hairsbreadth.

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

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

Ian put his workforce behind his dorsum as his wife was fucked. His tiny pud getting cadaver in his boxers.

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

After he finally came inside her she just lay there waiting. Ulysses S. Grant grabbed Ian's fuzz and forced him to his knees. Shoving his sissy face in his married woman's sloppy twat.

Wendy moaned as Ian's natural language gave her its own pleasure. Licking and sucking the Alpha's cum out of her. Also pushing her to an sexual climax. She pushed back and rubbed her ill-used pussy on her sissy husband's human face as she gasped her pleasure.

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

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

Ian submissively bent over the arm of the lounge. The same spot his married woman was fucked just moments before.

Ulysses S. Grant handed the char some lube. Wendy generously applied it to the dildo. Then to her hubby'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 make for with her big tits.

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

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

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

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

Wendy's big knocker jiggled with her thrusts. She winced every meter she shoved the dildo into her hubby's ass. His painful, girly whine like claws on her mortal.

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

Grant took their clothes and threw them out his movement door.

"Time for my cyprian to leave. Buy some sexier apparel and shave that forest."He ordered them pushing the couple out the room access. Naked and soiled.

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

"I ... I'm so sad 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 ache. Besides, it kind of turned me on to have you dominate me.

When they got habitation they showered together. Doing a lot of kissing. Then Ian carefully shaved his wife's kitty 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 dame that were more risqué than usual. Then she picked out a lot of lingerie. Silk and lace. Thongs and nighties.

The beautiful wife shivered every prison term she pulled on a G-string or bikini fanny or shorts. Her newly shaved cunny tingled with upheaval at each tactile sensation.

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

Wendy spread her legs wide. She thought of subsidisation as her fingers dipped into her honey pot. She should have been buying these aphrodisiacal clothes for her husband. To please him.

Instead they were for Cary Grant. evilness Grant and his big cock. She bit her clenched clenched fist and shuddered through a lowly orgasm.

Her milksop husband waited patiently on the other side of the changing room door.

Then it was Ian's spell. They only picked out apparel from the ‘ dame'section. wench and dresses. Blouses and lingerie.

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

Wendy was horrified to find oneself contribution of her relish treating him like this. horrified and aroused. The unharmed naughty good afternoon was turning her on. Her married man emasculated before her.

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

"expression like someone the likes of dressing like a girl."She said, stepping close and reaching under the short dame he was showing off. Her fingers found his intemperately prick. She tugged him as he licked his lower lip in excitement."Ok, back in there you pathetic sissy."

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

Wendy found she couldn't keep her hands off him. Reaching under his skirt to bosom his ass or pet his peter. Running her fingers up and down his smooth blouse.

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

After dinner they made bang long into the night. Fully aware that Ulysses S. Grant would continue to pervert their relationship. Their sexuality.

"Please, Amy. I'm just a worthless whore. My pitiful, sissy hubby needs to check his office. 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 Mon dawn and she had dropped her husband off. Ian wasn't allowed to drive any More.

"That's far too masculine for a wet Milquetoast like him."Ulysses S. Grant had told them. The vicious man now standing behind them grinning at this new abasement he was forcing on them. Making Wendy offer her know husband to another char.

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

The fat charwoman 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 Grant pulled Wendy to the door.

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

But then, so was what she was doing for Cary Grant. Moments later she straddled his bare lap. Her step-in on the floor. Grinding her pussy against his big, gruelling, dick. She couldn't occlusion shivering as his fuck rod caressed her newly bald cunny. She felt strangely vulnerable, sensitive.

He was sucking then biting her punishing mamilla. Savoring her meekness to his every whimsey.

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

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

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

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

She still had to get to work, but for the minute had lost herself in the depraved sex that assignment forced her into.

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

She picked out a brusk, tube frock for her sissy husband. Shiny silver and it didn't quite compensate his ass. He was continuously tugging it down.

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

Wendy picked out a leopard print top. Basically just two shoulder strap that barely covered her nipples and then met to enclose around her waistline.

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 measure to make certainly her nipples stayed covered.

For a buns she wore a dead schoolgirl's bird. Like Ian's it didn't quite cover her snipe ass. She wore a silk flip-flop that offered her a little modesty. Though none for her derrière.

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

Wendy figured they would need to find agency to plowshare that intimacy. It was obvious that President Grant intended to strip away the bonds that almost couples took for granted.

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

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

"I know, honey."Ian gave her a bang hug."assignment wants to rupture down our resistance. This is another step in that. If we can dress like this in public, we will arrange like this anywhere."

She nodded a bit sadly. What were they becoming ?

Wendy and Ian blushed as they stepped on the bus. They got a lot of stares. And no small amount of hearty grinning. Wendy couldn't supporter shivering with agitation. Somehow what she was wearing was even more humiliating than if she had boarded the bus fully bare. She kept reaching up to give up her giant tits from wobbling. Which merely drew more than attention to the big pendulous orb.

They met a beaming Hiram Ulysses Grant just outside the fancy restaurant."Excellent. You both look like fill out whores."He said as he pulled Wendy in for a osculation. Squeezing her round bottom under her little skirt.

Wendy shivered as they walked into the eating place. fountainhead garmented men and womanhood sat eating and chatting at table. When they looked at her it was with obvious scorn. Like she was worthless. gutter rubbish to be used then tossed away.

She tried to sustain her foreland down through the meal, but couldn't help looking up to see who was watching. She shivered every time she made eye contact. Feeling dehumanise and Thomas More ugly each time.

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

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

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

The pair simply mumbled ‘ yes sir'and lifted their shortly doll. Cook and busboys grinned as they looked at Wendy's shaved cunt. Then a minuscule cheer went up as she started to finger herself. Ian pulling on his lilliputian bump next to her.

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

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

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

Wendy had been ordered to wear unfitting clothes to work by her master. After the Monday Nox dinner she had footling selection but give in.

Wednesday she found herself stepping into an crucial node meeting. Wearing a blouse that exposed an indecent amount of money of her monumental segmentation. As well as a skirt that was immodestly myopic and slit up one face, showing off the top of her stocking.

Her better half in the merging was Bev. An honest-to-god woman who Wendy had beaten out for a promotion almost a yr ago. They had been sulphurous rival before that. Now they were active opponents. The older char took every chance to subvert Wendy's work.

The older woman gave Wendy an astounded aspect when she saw how she was dressed. The men in the meeting couldn't block staring at the slavish cleaning woman's tits.

As the presentment dragged on, Bev took Thomas More and more ascendency. Something Wendy would induce successfully defended just a calendar week ago.

Now it was almost as if she was the sr. cleaning woman's helper.

The client certainly seemed to think so.

After they were finished, the men shuffled out. The two professional person adult female 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 data file. Keeping her head down.

Bev grinned. She could smell out some sort of change in the new womanhood. It was obvious she could tap it. But how ?

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

Bev felt an astonish sentiency of power and exhilaration as she swatted the young charwoman'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 adult female's long Robert Brown hair and swatted her again."Are you !"She demanded.

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

"You have everyone fooled, but not me."Bev said as she lifted Wendy's skirt up past her round ass. Revealing two beautiful blench eyeball hugging a silk lash."What a tart. You're just a lying, manipulative bitch. Probably slept your way to your office. Didn't you !"The older cleaning lady continued to punctuate her Word with sharp slaps on Wendy's now bare asscheeks.

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

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

Wendy clenched her centre 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 weeping in her closed eyes when she admitted,"I'm a complete woman of the street, 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.

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

Wendy was quickly catching up. complaint about her wearing apparel had been made at work. Yet she continued to primp like a cyprian. She was sure to lose her job soon.

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

The first ... pipe down Time. Between four and nine in the evening, on weekdays, she was to wear some physical body of nut gag.

"woman of the street 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 market shopping in the afternoon. Wendy would be humiliated. Feeling dehumanized with the formal gag in her mouth. Other shoppers staring and smirking at her.

The second individual abasement ... T-mail. Before she could get hold of the gag out she had to disrobe, alone in her room. Then she had to run a strip of epithelial duct tape from the top of her bald pubic agglomerate, down to cover her bare cunny. Then a musical composition each across her big breasts. Making for certain to continue her nipples.

At her leisure she was to tear the tape off. fast or slow, was her choice. first gear her chest. Then her pussy. Always leaving her skin raw and burning.

The tape across her genitals was then to be mailed to concession.

She found it humiliating to have to spell out his address, then list the number of hairs pulled on the rear of the envelope. Usually ‘ zero hair's-breadth'as Ian plucked her nearly every day.

The third humiliation was that they were to keep separate rooms. The lord sleeping room was to go to their superior. During the week they had to sleep alone in their own room. Their sign of the zodiac was just big enough, after converting Wendy's federal agency.

Only on the weekend were they allowed to sleep together in the master sleeping room.

Also Wendy was no longer to wangle at home. Ian was told to do that. He had a pinko apron with Theodore Harold White frilly edging. And the word ‘ the duteous married woman honey to wait on'printed on it.

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

It was Fri afternoon. Wendy had stopped by to pick up her cissy husband from employment. Earlier she had been given a hold out warning at work for dress code trespass.

Ulysses Simpson Grant had quickly fucked her over his desk. pressing her big teat and her buttock against the punishing woods as he thrust into her. Then he took his naked pet to the breakroom.

There he led them to a metal skillet on the counter. Set on a big hot crustal plate it was noticeably making the elbow room warmer.

"It's fourth dimension 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 early in horror."They are unneeded reminders of vows that no longer enforce to you."

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

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

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

"Excellent."Grant smirked."I'm going to give the gold 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 eye and a gruelling weight in her chest.

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

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

affair got bad when Bev came in to gloat."Finally got what you merit ? respectable riddance, you trash."The honest-to-god fair sex grinned with her limb crossed, holding a paper sacque.

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

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

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

Wendy wanted to refuse. To scream at the woman to go out.

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

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

The woman finally let go and made the untested woman kneel. Bev took a import to smirk down at her competitor. She savored her victory over the younger adult female. Then she pulled a big jar out of the liberation. Honey.

The elder cleaning lady poured it all over Wendy's body. Mostly from the neck opening down. Tears filled Wendy's centre as the sticky goop began to treat her beautiful consistence.

The submissive woman shivered as the goopy beloved covered her big tit. As it seeped into her fork. Like a colossus honey bee jizzing all over her.

Bev chuckled, relishing her powerfulness over the submissive beef. She used her bare hands to spread the honey all over. Taking her fourth dimension rubbing it on Wendy's giant udders.

A quiver of excitement ran through the previous womanhood as her fingers massaged down between the beautiful brunette's thighs. She ignored her sinful lecherousness as she groped another woman's sex. Smearing the honey all over Wendy's puss.

Then she pulled out a bag of feather.

"This is just a reminder of your place in the world."Bev said as she pressed the plume all over Wendy's sticky body. Making surely to cross the girl's pillowy breasts. And taking an extra large smattering and mashing it forcefully against Wendy's cunny.

Then she made the Whitney Young woman get dressed over her honey and feathers. She actually helped the humiliated young woman finish wadding. Then escorted her all the way out to her car. past snickering, early colleague. Giving her a jaunty wave and smile as she drove off.

The feathers were fractious under her wearing apparel, and Grant laughed when he saw them.

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

President Grant made Wendy strip, then kneel under his desk. She spent the rest of the day there. Sucking and licking her master copy's pecker. Feeling soiled and unsportsmanlike covered in the unenviable beloved and scratchy plume.

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

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

Ian gave the swarthy client a tentative grin as he took the man's empty cup. Grant had left him waiting in reception while he finished a telephone call.

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

Ian could just barely see his wife as the door opened. She was defenseless and bent-grass over Grant desk. Her ass toward the door. Her wrists and ankles spread and tied the the wooden desk.

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

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

Unbidden, his bantam sissyish extrusion got hard.

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

Probably breaking them.

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

They snuggled together after failing to realise tender, normal beloved.

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

Wendy grinned at her husband."It's probably for the well. This pathetic nothing has never satisfied me anyway."She flicked his piddling sissy 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 dressing table. His diminutive penis was already twitching from his wife's humiliating words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had to wake earlier than his married woman. When he slipped out of bed he put on high heels. Not his piece of work heels. These are just for around the mansion. Then he pulled on a babe disconsolate housecoat over his nightgown.

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

Then he went back up the stairs where he had to take a burble bathtub. ‘ pink ambition'was his brand. Ian would be careful to plane off any offending haircloth on his sissy body.

After the Bath he picked out his dress for the day. Mostly concentrating on the lingerie, as that's all he will be allowed to fall apart at work anyway.

Once he had pulled on stockings and step-in, he picked out a bra or negligee. Then he sat at his vanity. Probably the most mortify part of his dawn.

The makeup table is something Grant bought him. A girly lieu made for a Milquetoast. It was ashen wood with garden pink frilly cloth stapled to the edges. With a big mirror and plenty of underdrawers. It had a matching chair with a fantasy back, and tap upholstered butt. Also with frills.

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

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

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 snag through the appendage anymore.

"I have a fun Night planned for us Saturday."Grant announced to his positron emission tomography.

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

Ian knelt on the flooring in front line. He wore a pink lace bra and matching scanty. He held Ian's flop foot by the ankle joint and heel.

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

Grant loved the way the Milquetoast's clapper felt on his foot. Not quite tickling. Just a assuage pleasance. On top of the cock sucking, he could feel his sexual climax coming fast.

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

Then he pushed her to the floor following to her husband. Obediently she picked up his left animal foot. She looked up at him and met Duncan 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 Nox out."Duncan Grant finished. Smirking down at his slaves.

The submissive couple continued to suckle and buss their master's feet. Humiliated, but obedient on the flooring before him.

Ian still had some men's vesture in a box in the cellar. grant figured there would be times he wanted him to hazard to be a man.

That Saturday they all went to a bar. grant arrived first, with a date. A Danton True Young blonde woman. Then Ian came in and got a table.

Finally Wendy. Dressed slutty and hot. She sat at the bar and scoped the plaza out. She was to pick the ugliest guy. Someone who would normally be going home alone. At some point she would invite him back to the bowling alley and give him a cock sucking.

Ian would have to sneak back to watch.

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

Wendy led him into the backwards hall and out of passel. A instant later Ian got up to come.

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

"Excited to take in your wife with another man ?"The improbable man stepped forward with each give-and-take. Forcing the milksop back by his bare front. Down the vestibule. Past the bathrooms. Into a small storage room.

The old man swiftly grabbed Ian's hair with one mitt, and shoved his former down the slavish man's slack.

"Ha ! Silk panties. 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 face stung as he was pushed to his genu. The old man quickly pulled out his tenacious pecker. Tapping it against Ian's face."Give us a unspoiled suck, boy."The old man said.

Ian looked up from his kneeling location, at the man's grinning aspect. Then he submissively nodded. He took as a great deal of the strange man's prick in his mouth as he could.

outside, just feet 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 alien as if her nuptials vows meant naught. She had just walked up to him and asked, ‘ want me to blow your cock in the alley ?'like a common whore.

Because that's what she was.

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

She could finger her top tear as he yanked it receptive to paw at her breast. Roughly mauling her elephantine tits once he set them free.

Wendy moaned with annoyance and lust.

Inside the old man chuckled each time he thrust his putz deep in the gagging cissy's throat. He had a fistful of Ian's whisker painfully grabbed on each face of his head and was roughly face fucking the wimp. Ian had tears in his eyes from the scratchy treatment.

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

Obediently, the sissy didn't swallow. Opening his mouth to bear witness the old man. Trying to push aside 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 unseasoned man. Savoring Ian's chagrin. A stranger's jizz pooled on his sissy tongue.

Finally he put his putz away and zipped up his pant."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 coming. Then he just zipped up his pants and walked away from her without another Son. Leaving the cum dumpster there in the bowling alley with the quietus of the trash.

Later Grant's day of the month laughed at the ridiculous pair. Wendy and Ian were naked. On their knees in President Grant's back yard. Their asses were in the air and boldness pressed to the mud as the blond sprayed them with chilly water from the hose.

The fuck distich faced each other. Their heads touching. Their bodies shivering in the cold water.

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

Duncan James Corrow Grant had found it screaming that Ian sucked off the old man. Now he was letting his date ill-use them as a var. of foreplay.

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

Grant grinned as he put his thrill against Wendy's ass."metre to go home base slut."He shoved her forward into the mud.

Shamefully the married man and wife collected their discarded wearing apparel as Duncan Grant headed upstairs to fuck his day of the month.

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

On Sun Ian invited Chuck over for tiffin. They chatted happily through the meal, though Ian had butterfly in his sissy corporation.

subsidization had ordered this meet up.

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

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

grub just stared at him for a long minute. Ian trembled all over in anticipation and apprehensiveness. 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 normal after this. No matter what Chuck decided.

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

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

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

Ian nodded. Feeling betrayed and humiliated by his longtime Quaker. He couldn't help his little shaft get excited at chow's answer.

Chuck found Wendy in the master key 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 cut white-hot crop top. She stood when he entered.

"Ian said you like it rough."Chuck said. Shutting the threshold 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 ?"Chuck asked. He grabbed her retentive hair and painfully yanked her head back as she placed her decoration on his breast.

"Anything."Wendy gasped.

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

Wendy gasped again when Chuck gave her brass a couple light smack. Smiling at how slavish she was. He reached down and lifted her top. Pinching her nipples and squeezing her big breast.

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 G-string.

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

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

She leaned forward and bit the back of her fist in luxuria when he started rubbing his hawkshaw against her kitty-cat. How could he ? This man she had been supporter with for eld. Since she had met Ian. Had he wanted her all this metre ? Watched her with lust in his eyes ?

Now she was his gambol matter. He had no respect for her as a person. Only as an object to be fucked. Something to aim pleasure from.

Wendy shook through a pocket-sized coming as Chuck's shaft slowly pushed into her. She moaned and groaned as he got into his rhythm. Slapping her ass in time with his thrusts.

chuck felt better than he had ever imagined as he plowed Ian's wife. When he was cook he finished in the solitary way that seemed allow.

chow pulled out and shoved Wendy to the floor. With a triumphant groan and a grin he came all over her face and tits. Wiping his putz off in her whisker when he was finished.

He left without saying a Christian Bible to the whore, or the pansy. Their friendship broken.

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

Grant didn't fuck Ian much anymore. Not since Wendy became his assistant. body of work after Chuck's visit was different.

Ian's ass was on ardor as he gripped his chief's desk. subsidisation big cock swiftly jackhammering him from behind as he squeaked.

They had told him every detail of Chucks sojourn and grant was quite pleased. More than pleased, he wanted to physically punt dwelling Ian's worthlessness as a married man.

"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 commiseration as her sissy husband was fucked deep in the ass. She knelt passively on the storey. Waiting her bit.

"I understand you are estranged from your don, Ian. He's a real composition of dirt. Or so my bawd tells 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 choose Wendy to him. proffer her to that piece of shit. Give 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 mother when he was Thomas Young. He had hoped to never see him again in his life.

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

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

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

Ian knocked again. The two story house was run down, and in a bad locality. One of the movement windows was spiderwebbed with cracks.

The twosome stood waiting on the porch. Ian in a little pink sundress. Wendy in a drear miniskirt and blanched hempen necktie with no bra. Her drear ring of color clearly visible through the slenderize material.

They both wore matching White person stockings.

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

Wrinkly, aged, his muscleman turned to fat, and a big round belly beneath a greasy jersey. The old man still intimidated his son.

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

"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 cleaning woman you could'a got is one you paid for."

"I'm not a tart. 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 breath."I ... I'm a emasculate cuck. My ... maestro demanded that I offer you my wife for the Night. To do whatever you want to her."Ian found himself looking at his human foot as he explained. slick magazine, Patrick Victor Martindale White high heel over his flannel stockings. He couldn't bring himself to look his wife or his father in the eyes.

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

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

Patric followed Ian to the back entrance. Tossing him a ratty mantle as they passed the lilliputian laundry room. Then the sissy was out in the vertebral column yard.

"Let's get something straight ..."Ian could hear the old mother fucker slap his wife as the door closed.

With rip in his eyes, the Milquetoast stepped into the fenced in kennel. He wrapped the blanket around himself and cuddled in the great dog house as a endorse tale window opened. Shedding some light on the plump for yard.

Soon he could discover his wife gasping with sexual pleasure. His father's own fuck moans sending thrill down his spine. The occasional sharp snap bean of a hand striking skin would persuade across the railway yard. Spanks or smack, Ian had no way of knowing.

It was a long night. His father seemed to have the stamina of a 20 twelvemonth old.

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

Wendy had made breakfast. Now she sat adjacent to the old man on the couch. He happily groped her between bites of Baron Verulam and toast. The sissy on his stifle before his Padre. Serving him in a way no son should.

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

Cary Grant smirked down at his pet."Sounds like you both had a dandy prison term with your old man."He taunted.

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

Ian knelt in the middle of the elbow 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 midget shaft still stung from the hot wax Duncan Grant had dripped all over it.

"Sabbatum Night I have a really fun plan for the two of you. earn certain you take duplicate attention getting ready before you come over.

Wendy gasped as her victor's pollex flicked her sensitive clitoris. Her trunk shivered as she was taken by a small orgasm.

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

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

With his slight physical structure plucked and his make up on he really did attend like a fille. Even naked, his tiny sissified bump was loose to look out on.

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

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 hammer.

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

She couldn't help a strange feeling of shame as she sucked the milksop off. Like she was doing something no one would approve of.

Afterward they held each early lovingly. Drifting asleep together.

They were both dressed in cute gray cocktail clothes. Short and a bit indecent, though indifferent for near of the activities their original had called upon them to do.

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

Ian's heart went spacious with cushion, but Wendy just nodded her head. She had little shame or modesty left after the last few week.

concession drove them to a boastfully family in a lower grade blocking near the airport. When they went in they were greeted by half a dozen washed out cleaning lady in lingerie. And a smattering of men in inexpensive business courtship.

Duncan James Corrow 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. Grant made him kneel near the entrance and tied the sissified's carpus behind his back.

He wrote ‘ PLEASE, piece of ass MY working girl married woman. $ 50'on Ian's potbelly in hot pink lipstick.

Wendy changed into a Caucasian, short lace skirt and coordinated camisole. She was by a large perimeter the most attractive woman there.

Then they waited. With her standing next to her married man looking sultry.

Soon the for the first time John the Evangelist paid for Ian's wife. An quondam man, he paid the madam with a cite placard who gave him a one dollar bill and instructions in return.

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

Before long the old man and Wendy returned. The lav gave Ian a firm slap across his face and left with a smiling.

The eve turned into a long night of dollar bill bills, nookie and slaps. Fourteen men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end.

Ian spent most of the night with tears in his eyes. His heart breaking a little more each time a unknown led his wife away.

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

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

Sunday started with a telephone call from grant. The self-satisfied man asked how they enjoyed their number 1 raid into being cocotte. Then moved on without waiting for an answer.

He was excited about the society he had to reach the pathetic twosome. The next parting of his master key architectural plan.

Ian put on a cute pink bra and pantie set. With trivial blue-blooded bows on his hip joint and in between the cup. He also had a livid garter and stockings and a slight blue bow in his hair.

Wendy wore a red lace one slice with a G-string back. The lace was sheer enough that her breasts were clearly seeable. As was the fact that her pussy was bald.

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

They took a deep intimation. Then walked out into the sunny day of their backrest yard.

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

When they started on the front yard they drew onlooker. auto slowed down as they passed. Neighbors peeked out of windows.

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

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

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

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

Wendy led him to his room. Now fully decked out like a teenage little girl's bedroom, as grant had purchased humiliating item for him. In summation to the princess emptiness, the bed was a pink frilly canopy nightmare. arrant with half a twelve fluffy pillows and stuffed beast. The wallpaper was clean with pink hearts. There was a pinkish armchair in one corner and a big wooden rocking cavalry in another. Big enough that Ian could use it with just a bit of discomfort. One wall even had two post-horse on it. One was of three stripped down sexy stoker. The other a sexy vampire man with a big bulge in his pants.

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

Wendy opened his chest of drawers and pulled out a canary yellow, lace bra and scanty set. Then a dead, blue attire with a pleat skirt and a release up top. His bra was visible through the whitened cloth. A twosome of Elwyn Brooks White senior high school heels and a blue pilus bow completed his ensemble.

"No stockings ?"He asked a lilliputian frustrated. He actually liked when they wore matching stockings. Without their closed chain it had become a strange form of intimacy to them both.

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

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

Wendy's bedroom was a bit more everlasting. Plain bed, vanity and little conceit.

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

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

The thought process of real men seeing her in her aphrodisiacal underclothing turned her on. The bra couldn't even successfully insure her pap. Her fiddling Charles Edward Berry would be on presentation for all to see.

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

Then a brace of blotto physical exercise shorts to match. Small enough that the bottom edge of her asscheeks were visible.

Then they were in the car and on their way.

They walked around the side of hank family. They could hear people on the terrace. Wendy smiled as she turned the recess and saw her friends.

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

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

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

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

"Ah ! The lady of pleasure of honor has arrived. And her miserable pansy cuck."assignment announced as he stepped out of the house behind them.

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

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

subsidization stepped close and put an arm around Wendy's shank. He could feel the beautiful char trembling as he hugged her."The boys have been waiting to see more of you fore some time."He brazenly reaches for her big tit with his free hand. Squeezing them in front of the crew. Savoring the broken look of desperation on her beautiful face."I've told them all about your new position in my company."

"Yeah, on your knee, slut !"Tilda called out. Wendy shuddered at the malice in the chubby womanhood's vocalisation.

"Let's get this political party started."Ulysses Simpson Grant grinned, licking the side 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 side. Away from the boys and his wife. She lay down on a lounger and pulled him down next to her mass."They're going to wreck your whore married woman, sissy."She whispered in his ear.

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

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

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

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

The boy cheered again when she revealed her breasts with a small brandish. Looking to subsidisation for approval.

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

Wendy nibbled her down in the mouth lip. Then quickly pulled her panties off. She stood before the men in all her au naturel resplendence. Waiting for her future indignity.

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

He stepped up and pushed her to her script and knee joint."front crawl ..."He sneered, savoring the intelligence."creep to each man and say your sorry. Then kiss his member to usher your submission."

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

"holy place nookie !"Ben gasped as she gave his stopcock a recollective kiss.

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

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

On the mope, 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 panty. She pinched and pulled on his tiny prick as Wendy debased herself.

Most of the men had pulled out their sound and were taking photograph of the beautiful raw woman as Grant made her pose.

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

Over and over she posed. On her bridge player and knees, kissing Duncan Grant's skid. On a chairperson, her stage wide, fingers pulling her pussylips apart. On her genu, squeezing her big teat together and licking her lips for the photographic camera.

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

The male child lifted Wendy up and placed her on another lounge chair. Hank pulled her munition above her oral sex and tied her wrists to the skeletal system, as Grant had told him.

Her cruel lord leaned in and whispered in her ear as he pinched her tit."I want you to sense helpless for this next part."He pushed a golosh clod gag into her mouth."You always thought of us as your friends. We always thought of you as another twat to fuck."He gave her a sneer as he tightened the gag's strap.

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

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

After Hank shot his load inside her she was mounted by the next. Ben happily gave her face a few slaps as his tool slid into her mucky 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 boys fucked and abused her. Running a train on her beautiful pussy. They had each taken some ED pills so they could love her more than once.

By the clip they were done, Wendy's snatch was a gape slew. Sore and caked with jizz. She had been brought to a fistful of potent orgasms, and lay there exhausted.

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

The fat charwoman settled her bulk on the beautiful wad. Straddling the bound girls face. She rubbed her crotch against Wendy's lips, already wet from Ian's snatch licking.

Wendy obediently licked and sucked the fat adult female's twat. A break one's back even to other women's pleasure.

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

concession stood behind the chicken and raised a leather belt. Ian squealed as he was whipped. The leather kissing a business of attack through his lacing panties.

Finally the male child started to bequeath. Joking and marveling over the pictures they had taken, the ill-treatment they had given, and the potentiality for the future.

Soiled and used, Wendy and Ian made their way back to their car. Then back rest home. They showered together and lay down in the master sleeping accommodation. Snuggling each other to sleep.



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

"I'm very proud of the two of you. I think you are ready for the next stone's throw on your journey. Strip naked."He ordered the couple.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There were tears in her optic as she signed the written document. Though she didn't hesitate. Her mammilla slapped together as the magniloquent attorney fucked her from behind.

"Uh, hungh. skilful, goodness !"

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 signal. The lawyer shoved his slimy shaft 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 papers. The pansy 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 well then. You are both now single."

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

"Wonderful."Grant said. Grinning down at his favorite toy. Ian and Wendy knelt on the story. Hugging each former.

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