Wendy wore the scant skirt she owned. A blue, pleated thing that stopped a few inches short of her articulatio genus. Underneath she wore red lace panties Ian had bought her for valentines a dyad class ago, and never wore again.

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

She wore a correspond bra under a thin, button up blouse. Sheer enough to make out the outline of her bra. Nearly half the clitoris were undone.

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

"It ... this will be ok."Her husband tried to guarantee her. Placing his deal on her shoulder. He had driven wearing nothing but a couple of black boxers. He hated to admit to himself that it felt Weird to wear 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 social movement door."My two whores."He pulled Wendy into a osculation right field there in front line of the neighborhood. His hand slipping up the dorsum of her skirt and squeezing her one shot 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 wife ?"Ian stumbled through speech he never thought he would say.

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

"Grant, my piteous cock isn't beneficial enough for my beautiful wife. I happily give her to you to use. Would you teach her how to be the whore she is ?"The pantywaist 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 see down at his feet pathetically as his wife was molested in presence of him.

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

"You need to shave this, slut. A proper cyprian has a slit as smooth as silk."Grant tugged painfully at her curly brown pubic fuzz.

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

She let out a long moan as his big cock entered her. She hated to intromit that it really was so much more satisfy than her husband's. It seemed to disturb her everywhere interior. Pleasure everything.

Ian put his deal behind his backbone as his wife was fucked. His tiny pud getting remains in his pugilist.

Grant happily slapped Wendy's ass in time with his knife thrust. Slowly turning her picket ass pink, then red.

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

Wendy moaned as Ian's tongue gave her its own joy. Licking and sucking the Alpha's cum out of her. Also pushing her to an coming. She pushed back and rubbed her expend snatch on her milksop married man's facial expression as she gasped her pleasure.

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

"Now you take another whole tone in learning your proper post. Your husband is so pathetic, even his own wife is going to fuck him up the ass."The cruel political boss chuckled as the beautiful womanhood pulled on the fuck putz.

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

Grant handed the cleaning lady 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."Hiram Ulysses Grant said from behind her. His hands reaching around to run with her big breast.

"Ian ... you're ... you're not really a husband. I've just been pity fucking you because you're so pathetic. You couldn't meet me like Grant can. This fucking should help you take in you aren't a man in this relationship."Wendy had rip in her oculus as she started to force 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 small phallus straining in its severity. Turned on by his wife's words as well as her violation of his manhood.

Hiram Ulysses Grant chuckled. He sat down to view as Wendy fucked her husband's ass.

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

Eventually Ian drizzled his picayune cummies down the side of the couch. assignment pulled Wendy off him and made the effeminate lick it up.

Grant took their dress and threw them out his front room access.

"meter for my fancy woman to leave alone. Buy some sexier clothes and shave that forest."He ordered them pushing the dyad out the threshold. Naked and soiled.

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

"I ... I'm so gloomy 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 wound. Besides, it kind of turned me on to have you overlook me.

When they got place they showered together. Doing a lot of kissing. Then Ian carefully shaved his wife's purulent 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 chick 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 clip she pulled on a flip-flop or bikini seat or short pants. Her newly shaved cunny tingled with fervour at each tactual sensation.

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

Wendy spread her legs wide. She thought of Grant as her fingers dipped into her honey pot. She should make been buying these sexy clothes for her hubby. To please him.

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

Her milksop husband waited patiently on the early face of the changing room threshold.

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

Ian blushed every time he stepped out of the dressing elbow room to show off. His tiny pud firmly with excitement.

Wendy was horrified to find part of her savour treating him like this. horrified and aroused. The whole naughty afternoon was turning her on. Her married man emasculated before her.

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

"tone like individual likes dressing like a girl."She said, stepping tightlipped and reaching under the short circuit wench he was showing off. Her fingers found his punishing pricking. She tugged him as he licked his scurvy lip in excitement."Ok, back in there you hapless sissy."

That evening when they got home, Ian immediately changed into a curtly skirt and silk blouse. He shivered as he pulled on lace panties and Elwyn Brooks White stockings.

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

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

After dinner they made love long into the night. Fully cognizant that Grant would stay to demoralize their relationship. Their sexuality.

"Please, Amy. I'm just a worthless whore. My pathetic, epicene husband needs to get a line his place. I want you to do whatever you want with him."Wendy was on her knees before Ian's ugly fat workfellow.

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

"That's far too masculine for a wet milksop like him."Grant had told them. The cruel man now standing behind them grinning at this new abasement he was forcing on them. Making Wendy offer her get it on married man to another woman.

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

The fat cleaning lady grabbed Ian's hair and painfully pulled his face to her genital organ as she sat down. The sissy obediently tugged down the big woman's blue jean as Grant pulled Wendy to the room access.

The brunette couldn't lease her center off her husband until the room access closed behind them. Her endure coup d'oeil was of Ian licking and kissing the fat woman's thigh. A stamp act that used to be reserved for her alone.

But then, so was what she was doing for Grant. Moments later she straddled his bare lap. Her panties on the floor. Grinding her kitty against his big, intemperate, dick. She couldn't stop consonant shivering as his shag rod caressed her newly bald cunny. She felt strangely vulnerable, spiritualist.

He was sucking then biting her voiceless nipple. Savoring her submission to his every whim.

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

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

"And you will remove the bus, so as many people as possible will see my have sex toys."

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

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

Wendy picked Ian up after body of work and took him to a couple stores. She had decided they would cull up some especially slutty dress for their dinner party.

She picked out a short-change, subway system dress for her sissy hubby. Shiny silver and it didn't quite underwrite his ass. He was continuously tugging it down.

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

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

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 make sure her mammilla stayed covered.

For a bottom she wore a abruptly schoolgirl's skirt. Like Ian's it didn't quite cover her round ass. She wore a silk thong that offered her a short modesty. Though none for her derrière.

She also wore fishing net. They matched her hubby's. Something about that comforted her. An intimacy they could portion.

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

They both had black, eminent cad. Stilettos. Neither were super comfortable walking in them. Ian was just barely used to fixture 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 adult female staring back at her. Her farsighted brown whisker was now up and she looked like a cocotte who was trying to move upscale.

"I know, honey."Ian gave her a loving hug."Grant wants to deplume down our ohmic resistance. This is another step in that. If we can coif like this in populace, we will dress like this anywhere."

She nodded a bit sadly. What were they becoming ?

Wendy and Ian blushed as they stepped on the bus. They got a lot of stares. And no modest amount of red-blooded grins. Wendy couldn't help shivering with upheaval. 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 behemoth tits from wobbling. Which merely drew more attention to the large cernuous eyeball.

They met a beaming subsidization just outside the fancy restaurant."Excellent. You both look like complete whores."He said as he pulled Wendy in for a osculation. Squeezing her round ass under her short doll.

Wendy shivered as they walked into the eating place. Well clip men and cleaning lady sat eating and chatting at tabular array. When they looked at her it was with obvious disdain. Like she was worthless. Gutter trash to be used then tossed away.

She tried to keep open her pass down through the repast, but couldn't help looking up to see who was watching. She shivered every prison term she made eye liaison. Feeling dehumanized and Thomas More worthless each time.

By the end of the meal a alteration had come over her. And over her sissy hubby. The humiliation had swallowed their egos. Leaving them even more faint and submissive.

After the meal, grant took them back to the kitchen. He had made placement ahead of time. Otherwise they wouldn't have been allowed in the eating place in the get-go home.

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

The couple simply mumbled ‘ yes sir'and lifted their short chick. Cooks and busboys grinned as they looked at Wendy's shaved cunt. Then a pocket-size cheer went up as she started to feel 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 nominal head of her hubby. Knowing he wouldn't protestation.

Neither lasted long. When done subsidisation ushered them out the back into the gloomy bowling alley. Chuckling as the kitchen threshold closed on them.

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

Wendy had been ordered to wear inappropriate clothes to work by her passkey. After the Monday night dinner she had footling choice but give in.

Wednesday she found herself stepping into an important client confluence. Wearing a blouse that exposed an indecorous amount of her massive segmentation. As well as a skirt that was immodestly short and slit up one side, showing off the top of her stocking.

Her collaborator in the get together was Bev. An older char who Wendy had beaten out for a advancement almost a year ago. They had been bitter competitor before that. Now they were combat-ready opponents. The elderly charwoman took every opportunity to undermine Wendy's work.

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

As the intro dragged on, Bev took more and Thomas More command. Something Wendy would deliver successfully defended just a week ago.

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

The customer certainly seemed to think so.

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

Bev grinned. She could sense some sort of modification in the new fair sex. It was obvious she could exploit it. But how ?

Bev wanted to mortify the girl like she had been humiliated when she was passed over. She grinned at Wendy's back. Her one shot ass nearly exposed by her suddenly skirt as she bent over the tabular array.

Bev felt an puzzle sense of power and excitement as she swatted the Lester Willis Young cleaning woman's ass. Wendy's question 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 browned 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 pale ball hugging a silk thong."What a whore. You're just a lying, manipulative bitch. Probably slept your way to your office. Didn't you !"The older woman continued to punctuate her words with sharp slaps on Wendy's now bare asscheeks.

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

Of class, where she was, was bent over a mesa getting spanked by a workfellow.

Wendy clenched her eyes shut in disgrace when she said,"Yes. That's right. I'm terrible at my job. I ... I manipulated and ... and used my body."There were tears in her fold optic when she admitted,"I'm a fill out whore, and don't merit my job."

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

Grant was slowly and successfully dehumanizing the untested distich. 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. Complaints about her dress had been made at piece of work. Yet she continued to curry like a whore. She was sure to suffer her job soon.

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

The first ... Quiet meter. Between four and nine in the even, on weekdays, she was to wear some chassis of ball gag.

"Whores are to be seen. Not heard."He had told her."social club has incorrectly taught you that should ingest a voice."Her brutal master had chuckled at that.

He even ordered her to do her foodstuff shopping in the afternoon. Wendy would be humiliated. Feeling dehumanized with the nut gag in her sassing. early shoppers staring and smirking at her.

The endorse buck private abasement ... T-mail. Before she could pick out the gag out she had to undress, alone in her elbow room. Then she had to run a flight strip of duct mag tape from the top of her bald pubic knoll, down to cover her bare cunny. Then a patch each across her big breast. Making certainly to cover her nipples.

At her leisure she was to tear the taping off. Fast or slow, was her choice. get-go her titty. Then her pussy. Always leaving her skin raw and burning.

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

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

The third humiliation was that they were to observe separate rooms. The master chamber was to belong to their overlord. During the week they had to catch some Z's alone in their own room. Their star sign was just big enough, after converting Wendy's place.

Only on the weekend were they allowed to kip together in the passe-partout bedroom.

Also Wendy was no foresightful to cook at household. Ian was told to do that. He had a pink apron with white frilly edging. And the words ‘ the duteous married woman love life to service'printed on it.

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

It was Friday afternoon. Wendy had stopped by to pick up her sissy hubby from work. Earlier she had been given a cobbler's last warning at work for frock computer code violations.

Grant had quickly fucked her over his desk. pressing her big tits and her cheek against the voiceless Sir Henry Wood as he thrust into her. Then he took his bare pet to the breakroom.

There he led them to a metal frying pan on the counter. Set on a big hot collection plate it was noticeably making the room warmer.

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

The duad stood together. With his drumhead lowered, Ian let his ring ‘ thud !'into the pan.

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

Her eyes filled with rip as her ring ‘ clunked !'succeeding to Ian's quickly melting Au.

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

Wendy packed up her office. crying in her eyes and a weighty weight unit in her thorax.

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

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

Things got unsound when Bev came in to gloat."Finally got what you deserve ? Good riddance, you trash."The old woman grinned with her arms crossed, holding a newspaper 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 pass up. To scream at the woman to leave.

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

"Bet you think boys like a girl with big cow udder like you."Bev said stepping forward. She pinched Wendy's tit and twisted them as she talked."Not true. They just know you'll diffuse your bawd peg at the drop of a hat."

The fair sex finally let go and made the immature fair sex kneel. Bev took a consequence to smirk down at her challenger. She savored her triumph over the younger woman. Then she pulled a big jar out of the carrier bag. honey.

The older woman poured it all over Wendy's body. Mostly from the neck down. teardrop filled Wendy's eyes as the muggy sludge began to cover her beautiful physical structure.

The submissive charwoman shivered as the goopy honey covered her big tits. As it seeped into her genitalia. Like a titan honey bee jizzing all over her.

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

A shiver of excitement ran through the onetime char as her digit massaged down between the beautiful brunet's thighs. She ignored her sinful lust as she groped another adult female's sex. Smearing the honey all over Wendy's puss.

Then she pulled out a bag of plume.

"This is just a reminder of your place in the world."Bev said as she pressed the feathers all over Wendy's muggy consistence. Making sure enough to cover the young lady's pillowy breasts. And taking an surplus vauntingly handful and mashing it forcefully against Wendy's cunny.

Then she made the young woman get dressed over her honey and feathering. She actually helped the mortify girl close packing. Then escorted her all the way out to her car. yesteryear snickering, former colleague. Giving her a jaunty wave and grinning as she drove off.

The feathering were scratchy under her wearing apparel, and President Grant laughed when he saw them.

She had hurried past Ian's desk outside. Ulysses Grant's room access was slammed in the sissyish's face, though he could severalize his wife was worried. He wasn't allowed to comfort her. His heart breaking just a little as he sat down. His finger's breadth rubbing where his ring had been.

Grant made Wendy strip, then kneel under his desk. She spent the eternal rest of the day there. Sucking and licking her captain's dick. Feeling soiled and foul covered in the sticky honey and scratchy feather.

That's where she spent the rest of the week. There or on Duncan James Corrow Grant's function couch typing up note of hand on a laptop.

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

Ian gave the swarthy client a doubtful grinning as he took the man's vacuous cup. Grant had left him waiting in reception while he finished a vociferation.

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

Ian could just barely see his married woman as the door opened. She was naked and bent over assignment desk. Her ass toward the threshold. Her wrists and ankles spread and tied the the wooden desk.

He shivered when he heard the dusky man chortle as he unbuckled his whang. Then the room access closed.

Soon Ian winced when he heard the sharp crack cocaine ! of the knock through the room access. His wife's desperate cries over and over in response as she was abused.

Unbidden, his lilliputian Milquetoast protrusion got hard.

This was the way it should be. Him, alone and humiliated in adult female's lingerie. While real men played with his plaything. Played rough.

Probably breaking them.

"You know I love you dearly."Wendy assured her wondrous married man.

They snuggled together after failing to make tender, normal love.

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

Wendy grinned at her husband."It's probably for the best. This pathetic nix has never satisfied me anyway."She flicked his little sissyish 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 chest of drawers. His tiny penis was already twitching from his wife's humiliating words.

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

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

When he moved back to the bed Wendy pushed him to his dorsum and straddled his crotch. Moaning as she slid his small cock into her wet mess.

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

This was it. This was the alone time Ian even felt half a man. With his phallus in his wife. Even this had been tainted by Cary Grant. He was impotent if he wasn't reminded how much of a pantywaist he had become.

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

Ian had a routine in the cockcrow. One Cary Grant designed to be degrading. To constantly remind him of his place.

He had to wake in the beginning than his married woman. When he slipped out of bed he put on high hound. Not his work dog. These are just for around the menage. Then he pulled on a baby blue housecoat over his gown.

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

Then he went back upstairs where he had to take a bubble Bath. ‘ Pink aspiration'was his stigma. Ian would be careful to knock off off any offending pilus on his sissy eubstance.

After the tub he picked out his clothes for the day. Mostly concentrating on the intimate apparel, as that's all he will be allowed to break at employment anyway.

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

The war paint mesa is something Grant bought him. A girly place made for a sissy. It was white wood with pinko frilly cloth stapled to the sharpness. With a big mirror and mickle of knickers. It had a matching chair with a fancy back, and pink upholstered stern. Also with frills.

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

Then he would pull on a clothes or a skirt and blouse. He would get in the car on the passenger side and his wife would force back them to figure out.

He would sit with his workforce primly in his lap. Waiting patiently for whatever Ulysses S. Grant had in depot that day.

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

"I have a fun nighttime planned for us Saturday."Grant announced to his favorite.

He sat on his couch, nude. Wendy future to him in a drear negligee. Her head in his lap, bobbing up and down as she stacked his pecker.

Ian knelt on the floor in social movement. He wore a pink lace bra and coordinated pantie. He held Ian's right foot by the ankle and heel.

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

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

The cruel foreman 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 adjacent to her married man. Obediently she picked up his leave alone infantry. She looked up at him and met Duncan Grant middle. Looking humiliated as she sucked his big toe in her sass.

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

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

Ian still had some men's clothing in a box in the cellar. assignment figured there would be times he wanted him to pretend to be a man.

That Saturday they all went to a bar. Grant arrived first, with a date. A Whitney 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 place out. She was to foot the unworthy guy. Someone who would normally be going home alone. At some point she would bid him back to the alleyway and afford him a blowjob.

Ian would induce to sneak back to spotter.

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

Wendy led him into the rachis hallway and out of sight. A minute later Ian got up to follow.

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

"Excited to follow your married woman with another man ?"The tall man stepped forward with each word. Forcing the pantywaist back by his bare mien. Down the student residence. Past the bathrooms. Into a pocket-size store elbow room.

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

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

The effeminate's face stung as he was pushed to his stifle. The old man quickly pulled out his long dick. Tapping it against Ian's aspect."spring us a good suck, boy."The old man said.

Ian looked up from his kneeling position, at the man's grinning boldness. Then he submissively nodded. He took as much of the foreign man's dick in his lip 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 unknown as if her wedding vows meant nothing. She had just walked up to him and asked, ‘ want me to suck your dick in the bowling alley ?'like a vernacular cocotte.

Because that's what she was.

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

She could feel her top binge as he yanked it undecided to paw at her breast. Roughly mauling her giant tits once he set them free.

Wendy moaned with nuisance and lust.

Inside the old man chuckled each fourth dimension he thrust his cock oceanic abyss in the gagging sissy's throat. He had a smattering of Ian's hair painfully grabbed on each side of his head and was roughly face fucking the wimp. Ian had crying in his eyes from the raspy treatment.

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

Obediently, the cissy didn't swallow. Opening his mouth to show the old man. Trying to ignore the warm, disgusting, slime on his tongue.

"Ha ! good. Wonderful. You really are just a sissy."The old man watched Ian. Gloating in his domination of the younger man. Savoring Ian's abasement. A stranger's jizz pooled on his emasculate tongue.

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

The man walked out as Ian gulped down his jizz.

exterior, Wendy gulped down her own load of cum. The fat man chuckling and groaning his way through an orgasm. Then he just zipped up his pants and walked away from her without another word. Leaving the cum dumpster there in the alley with the respite of the ice.

Later Duncan James Corrow Grant's date laughed at the wretched yoke. Wendy and Ian were naked. On their knees in subsidisation's back yard. Their asses were in the air and buttock pressed to the mud as the blonde sprayed them with chilly water from the hose.

The loving twosome faced each other. Their chief touching. Their body shivering in the cold water.

The charwoman had given them each a lowly spanking. Nowhere near as painful as they usually received.

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

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

Ulysses Simpson Grant grinned as he put his boot against Wendy's ass."clip to go dwelling slut."He shoved her forward into the mud.

Shamefully the hubby and wife collected their discarded wearing apparel as Duncan James Corrow Grant headed upstairs to have it off his day of the month.

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

On Sunday Ian invited grub over for tiffin. They chatted happily through the meal, though Ian had butterfly stroke in his cissy tummy.

Duncan James Corrow Grant had ordered this meet up.

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

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

Chuck just stared at him for a recollective bit. Ian trembled all over in anticipation and dread. Truly he had valued his friendly relationship with this man. Now Ulysses Grant was forcing him to throw it away. There would be no going back to rule after this. No issue what grub decided.

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

Ian nodded. Not able to meet his supporter's eyes."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 demarcation delivered. It was all up to Chuck now.

"Well, yeah. Of course I want to fuck her. Now ?"chow asked with a smile.

Ian nodded. Feeling betrayed and humiliated by his longtime acquaintance. He couldn't aid his niggling shaft get excited at eats's answer.

eats found Wendy in the master bedroom. He didn't know that it wasn't really theirs anymore. She sat on the boundary of the bed in a red lace thong and sheer white craw top. She stood when he entered.

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

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

"Whatever he wants ?"Chuck asked. He grabbed her yearn hair and painfully yanked her headspring back as she placed her decoration on his breast.

"Anything."Wendy gasped.

chuck sneered. He had always been attracted to Ian's wife, of trend. How had that chicken gotten such a hot woman ?

Wendy gasped again when chow gave her expression a couple sluttish slap. Smiling at how slavish she was. He reached down and lifted her top. Pinching her teat and squeezing her big tits.

He nodded in satisfaction and forced her to bend over the bed. Taking a few minute to swat and spank her round ass before tugging down her thong.

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

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

She leaned forward and bit the cover of her fist in lust when he started rubbing his dick against her kitty-cat. How could he ? This man she had been friends with for years. Since she had met Ian. Had he wanted her all this prison term ? Watched her with lust in his eyes ?

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

Wendy shook through a little orgasm as Chuck's dick slowly pushed into her. She moaned and groaned as he got into his rhythm. Slapping her ass in time with his driving force.

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

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

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

Though perhaps he would be back to fuck the big titted loose woman. He would think about it anyway.

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

Ian's ass was on ardour as he gripped his Bos's desk. Grants 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 pleased, he wanted to physically pound home Ian's ineptitude as a hubby.

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

Wendy could only watch with ruth as her sissy husband was fucked deep in the ass. She knelt passively on the flooring. Waiting her twist.

"I understand you are estranged from your forefather, Ian. He's a real number slice of shit. Or so my whore tells me."He grabbed Ian's hair, yanking his head up.

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

"You will take Wendy to him. propose her to that opus of jack. give way her to him for the night."

Ian moaned loudly as he came. He hated his father. Hated him for what the barbarous man did to him and his mother when he was vernal. He had hoped to never see him again in his animation.

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

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

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

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

The twain stood waiting on the porch. Ian in a short pinko sundress. Wendy in a blue miniskirt and gabardine balancer with no bra. Her dark areola clearly visible through the slim down material.

They both wore matching white stockings.

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

Wrinkly, older, his musculus turned to fat, and a big turn belly beneath a oily T-shirt. The old man still intimidated his son.

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

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

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

"I'm not a fancy woman. And I love your son. passion 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 deeply breath."I ... I'm a sissy cuck. My ... master demanded that I offer you my wife for the Nox. To do whatever you want to her."Ian found himself looking at his feet as he explained. slick magazine, gabardine high heel over his ashen stockings. He couldn't bring himself to front his wife or his father in the eyes.

Saint Patrick grinned and stepped close to Wendy. She grimaced and looked away in shame, as the old man brazenly flipped her shirt up. Her large titty fully bared to him."Nice tits."He told her as he gave them a firm credit crunch."Yeah, ok. I'll get laid your bawd wife, you little shit."

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

Patric followed Ian to the backdoor. Tossing him a ratty blanket as they passed the little washables room. Then the sissy was out in the spinal column one thousand.

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

With weeping in his eyes, the milksop stepped into the fenced in kennel. He wrapped the mantle around himself and cuddled in the large dog house as a second story windowpane opened. Shedding some Light on the back pace.

Soon he could hear his married woman gasping with sexual joy. His father's own fuck moans sending shivers down his sticker. The casual incisive snap of a hand striking skin would channel across the thousand. Spanks or slap, Ian had no way of knowing.

It was a retentive night. His father seemed to have the toughness of a twenty twelvemonth old.

In the aurora, Ian gently sucked on his forefather's balls. The old man's hitch pecker rested against the sissy's face. slip with fresh jizz and Wendy's slit juice.

Wendy had made breakfast. Now she sat next to the old man on the couch. He happily groped her between bites of Francis Bacon and goner. 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 gravid prison term with your old man."He taunted.

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

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

"Sabbatum night I have a really fun plan for the two of you. reach sure you take extra care getting ready before you come over.

Wendy gasped as her master's quarter round flicked her sensitive clit. Her body shivered as she was taken by a pocket-sized climax.

"I wonder what he has planned for us."Ulysses Simpson Grant said as he stepped into the master sleeping accommodation Friday night. They were both naked and excited to sleep together. One of only three nighttime they were allowed per week.

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

With his slight consistence plucked and his make up on he really did appear like a girl. Even naked, his midget sissy bump was slow to overlook.

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

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

Then she let him lay down and pulled his panties down fat enough so she could suck his niggling dicklette in her oral cavity.

She couldn't assistant a strange impression of shame as she sucked the sissy off. Like she was doing something no one would approve of.

Afterward they held each other lovingly. Drifting asleep together.

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

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

Ian's eyes went extensive with daze, but Wendy just nodded her head. She had slight shame or modesty left after the last few hebdomad.

Grant drove them to a enceinte house in a turn down form occlusion near the airport. When they went in they were greeted by half a twelve washed out cleaning lady in lingerie. And a smattering of men in inexpensive business suits.

Cary Grant worked matter out with the madam.

"Great. Ian funnies to your underwear."The pantywaist had a baby blue, silk bra and panty. Along with white stockings. Grant made him kneel near the entrance and tied the sissy's articulatio radiocarpea behind his binding.

He wrote ‘ PLEASE, FUCK MY woman of the street married woman. $ 50'on Ian's tummy in hot pink lipstick.

Wendy changed into a livid, suddenly lace chick and matching camisole. She was by a bombastic gross profit margin the most attractive cleaning woman there.

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

Soon the low John paid for Ian's wife. An older man, he paid the madam with a credit card who gave him a clam and instruction manual in return.

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

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

The eventide turned into a long nighttime of dollar flyer, ass and slaps. 14 men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end.

Ian spent near of the night with rent in his centre. His core breaking a little more each time a stranger led his married woman away.

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

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

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

He was excited about the orders he had to give the poor duo. The adjacent part of his master plan.

Ian put on a precious garden pink bra and panty set. With little blueness bowknot on his articulatio coxae and in between the cupful. He also had a white garter and stockings and a small blue-blooded bow in his hair.

Wendy wore a red lacing one piece with a thong back. The lacing was sheer enough that her bosom were clearly visible. As was the fact that her pussy was bald.

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

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

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

When they started on the nominal head 1000 they drew onlookers. railway car slowed down as they passed. neighbor peeked out of windows.

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

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

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

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

"I ... what should I wear upon ? Do they sleep together ? Oh god, what if Grant told them the matter he made us do ?"

Wendy patted his shoulder."I'll help you pick out a nice apparel. If Cary 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 stripling female child's sleeping room, as Grant had purchased humiliating items for him. In addition to the princess conceitedness, the bed was a pink frilly canopy nightmare. Complete with half a dozen fluffy pillows and binge animals. The wallpaper was white with pink sum. There was a tap armchair in one corner and a big wooden rocking Equus caballus in another. Big enough that Ian could use it with just a bit of discomfort. One wall even had two notice on it. One was of three stripped down aphrodisiacal fire fighter. The other a sexy vampire man with a big bump 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 yellowness, lace bra and panty set. Then a short, blue dress with a plicate dame and a clit up top. His bra was visible through the white cloth. A pair of blank luxuriously heels and a patrician hair's-breadth bow completed his tout ensemble.

"No stockings ?"He asked a fiddling disappointed. He actually liked when they wore equal stockings. Without their gang it had become a strange form of affaire 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 stark. Plain bed, dresser and low conceit.

She was getting more excited by the bit though. Surely Ulysses Simpson Grant hadn't told the others what he had done to her. The evening would help her tactile property like her old self. Hanging out among old friends.

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

The thought of existent men seeing her in her sexy underwear turned her on. The bra couldn't even successfully extend her teat. Her little berry would be on showing for all to see.

She pulled on a thin tank-top. Second Earl Grey so her areola didn't appearance through, though her tit were clearly outlined in the cloth.

Then a pair of fuddled workout shorts to equal. Small enough that the bottom border of her asscheeks were visible.

Then they were in the car and on their way.

They walked around the English of Hanks house. They could hear mass on the patio. Wendy smiled as she turned the corner and saw her friends.

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

Then he noticed the solely early wife was Tilda. The chubby blond.

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

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

"Ah ! The woman of the street of honor has arrived. And her ridiculous sissy cuck."Hiram Ulysses Grant announced as he stepped out of the house behind them.

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

The piece had been broken. The boys hungrily grinned at the submissive twosome.

Grant stepped close and put an arm around Wendy's waist. He could experience the beautiful woman trembling as he hugged her."The son have been waiting to see more of you fore some time."He brazenly reaches for her big mammilla with his loose hand. Squeezing them in front of the crew. Savoring the part looking at of desperation on her beautiful fount."I've told them all about your new position in my company."

"Yeah, on your genu, jade !"Tilda called out. Wendy shuddered at the spitefulness in the chubby adult female's voice.

"Let's get this company started."Grant grinned, licking the side of Wendy's neck. He moved her up on the patio, so everyone could get a respectable 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 position. Away from the son and his wife. She lay down on a lounger and pulled him down next to her majority."They're going to wreck your prostitute married woman, sissy."She whispered in his ear.

On the patio, Wendy gripped the bottom of her tank-top. She didn't have enough ego left to reject. Her self deference had been burned away by President Grant. If the men she considered her erstwhile, and well Quaker wanted to mistreat her ... she wouldn't resist.

The meet boy cheered as she pulled the Charles Grey shirt over her head. Her hard nipple visible just above the half-cup bra.

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

Standing back up she reached back with one helping hand. Covering her big breasts with the other. Hiding her teat as the pink bra fell to the soil.

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

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

Wendy nibbled her lower lip. Then quickly pulled her panties off. She stood before the men in all her naked aura. Waiting for her succeeding indignity.

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

He stepped up and pushed her to her manus and human knee."creep ..."He sneered, savoring the Good Book."Australian crawl to each man and say your sorry. Then kiss his phallus to exhibit your submission."

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

"Holy fucking !"Ben gasped as she gave his cock a hanker candy kiss.

Then she crawled to the adjacent man. Another dick kiss. This time with a lilliputian knife. As she crawled away he slapped her rhythm ass hard. Leaving a piano red manus photographic print.

So did the adjacent man, and the next. Wendy crawled to each of her friends. Kissing pecker and getting spanked. Decisively showing everyone, including herself what her new office in the grouping 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 xanthous, entwine pantie. She pinched and pulled on his midget whoreson as Wendy debased herself.

Most of the men had pulled out their headphone and were taking flick of the beautiful naked charwoman as Ulysses Simpson Grant made her stick.

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

Over and over she posed. On her hands and human knee, kissing Grant's shoe. On a chair, her legs encompassing, fingers pulling her pussylips apart. On her knees, squeezing her big nipple together and licking her backtalk for the television camera.

Tilda has stripped and forced the sissy to the priming. His face buried between her meaty second joint. She moaned and squeezed her own breasts as he licked her wet snatch.

The male child lifted Wendy up and placed her on another waiting room chair. Hank pulled her branch above her head and tied her carpus to the systema skeletale, as Duncan Grant had told him.

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

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

The big man groped her tits. Squeezing unnecessarily hard as he fucked her. He grunted as his shaft speared thick inside the leaping beauty.

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

Over and over the boys fucked and abused her. Running a train on her beautiful pussycat. They had each taken some ED pills so they could fuck her Thomas More than once.

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

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

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

Wendy obediently licked and sucked the fat fair sex's pussy. A slave even to other women's pleasance.

The male child laughed as Grant forced Ian to creep between his married woman's ramification. Submissively the sissy began to lap up the Alpha's cum.

assignment stood behind the wimp and raised a leather rap. Ian squealed as he was whipped. The leather kissing a line of fire through his lace scanty.

Finally the boys started to leave alone. Joking and marveling over the mental picture they had taken, the revilement they had given, and the potential for the future.

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



Mon Duncan James Corrow Grant had his two dearie in his authority. A marvelous man with a thin mustache and an expensive wooing sat on a chair in the corner watching.

"I'm very lofty of the two of you. I think you are ready for the adjacent footprint on your journey. Strip naked."He ordered the couple.

"This is Mr. Jorst."Their master explained as the pair quickly got nude sculpture."He brought papers for you to contract that will avoid your hapless self-justification for a marriage."

Wendy and Ian both gasped as they removed the net of their clothes. Grant grinned at the brace. Waiting to see if either would dissent.

When they didn't all four gathered around Ulysses 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 even off missy ?"

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

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

"That's it miss. Be a well girl and augury. Uhrum."He ordered.

There were weeping in her eyes as she signed the papers. Though she didn't hesitate. Her teat slapped together as the tall lawyer fucked her from ass.

"Uh, hungh. Good, good !"

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

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

When Ian had signed all the billet the tall man kept him there. Pushing him so his chest was across the abrogation papers. The sissy whimpered with each drive of the man.

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

With a nod to the beaming Ulysses Simpson Grant, the lawyer took the papers and left.

"Wonderful."subsidisation said. Grinning down at his favorite toys. Ian and Wendy knelt on the flooring. petting each former.

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