Wendy wore the shortest skirt she owned. A blue, pleat matter that stopped a few inch short of her genu. Underneath she wore red lace scanty Ian had bought her for valentines a couple age ago, and never wore again.

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

She wore a matching bra under a slim down, button up blouse. Sheer enough to do out the schema of her bra. Nearly half the buttons were undone.

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

"It ... this will be ok."Her husband tried to assure her. Placing his helping hand on her shoulder. He had driven wearing nothing but a distich of Negro boxers. He hated to allow to himself that it felt weird to wear out men's underwear instead of panties.

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

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

subsidisation finally ushered them in."Be a safe little beta and offer 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 drip. Try again. And be humble."subsidisation sneered.

"assignment, my pitiable dick isn't ripe enough for my beautiful married woman. I happily give her to you to use. Would you learn her how to be the whore she is ?"The pansy obediently offered.

"Much better."Grant grinned, pulling Wendy close."Hear that ? Your pathetic married man freely gives you to me."His helping hand dug into her shirt, under her bra. Cruelly pinching and tugging at her nipple."He doesn't even try to push for you."All Ian could do is search down at his feet pathetically as his married woman was molested in straw man of him.

Soon Ulysses Grant had pulled both her tits out. One arm around her waist, he lifted her skirt up and shoved his handwriting into her lace panty.

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

Wendy grunted as the Alpha forced her to deflect 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 cock entered her. She hated to let in that it really was so much more satisfying than her husband's. It seemed to touch her everyplace inside. joy everything.

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

concession happily slapped Wendy's ass in metre with his thrusts. Slowly turning her blench ass pink, then red.

After he finally came inside her she just lay there waiting. Grant grabbed Ian's haircloth and forced him to his knees. Shoving his sissyish nerve in his wife's sloppy jackass.

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

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

"Now you take another step in learning your proper place. Your married man is so pathetic, even his own wife is going to do it him up the ass."The cruel boss chuckled as the beautiful cleaning lady pulled on the love tool.

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

President Grant handed the adult female some lube. Wendy generously applied it to the dildo. Then to her husband's ass.

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

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

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

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

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

Wendy's big tits jiggled with her thrusts. She winced every clip she shoved the dildo into her husband's ass. His afflictive, girly whimper like claws on her soul.

Eventually Ian drizzled his minuscule cummies down the side of the couch. Grant pulled Wendy off him and made the pantywaist punch it up.

concession took their clothes and threw them out his front door.

"Time for my fancy woman to provide. Buy some sexier dress and shave that forest."He ordered them pushing the couple out the doorway. Naked and soiled.

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

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

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

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

Together they went out shopping for a new closet. They started with Wendy. She picked out some shirts and dame that were Thomas More risqué than usual. Then she picked out a caboodle of lingerie. Silk and lace. lash and nightdress.

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

For a few minutes she simply sat there, nude in a fertilization room. Brushing her bare balminess and trying not to groan.

Wendy spread her legs wide. She thought of Grant as her digit dipped into her honey pot. She should experience been buying these aphrodisiac clothes for her married man. To please him.

Instead they were for Grant. Evil assignment and his big dick. She bit her clenched fist and shuddered through a small orgasm.

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

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

Ian blushed every clip he stepped out of the bandaging room to evince off. His diminutive pud concentrated with exhilaration.

Wendy was horrified to find part of her enjoyed treating him like this. horrified and aroused. The unanimous naughty afternoon was turning her on. Her husband emasculated before her.

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

"Looks like someone likes dressing like a girl."She said, stepping secretive and reaching under the unretentive wench he was showing off. Her fingers found his laborious prick. She tugged him as he licked his lower lip in excitement."Ok, back in there you pathetic sissy."

That evening when they got menage, Ian immediately changed into a short doll and silk blouse. He shivered as he pulled on lace panties and clean stockings.

Wendy found she couldn't keep her paw off him. Reaching under his dame to squeeze his ass or pet his dick. Running her finger's breadth up and down his smooth blouse.

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

After dinner they made make love long into the night. Fully aware that Grant would continue to subvert their relationship. Their gender.

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

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

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

"Ha ! What a dumb cunt."Amy said. She reached down and slapped Wendy across the face. Causing the slavish girl to puff with impact and a strange excitement."Sure, I'll instruct your worthless, twat, husband a matter or two."

The fat woman grabbed Ian's hair and painfully pulled his face to her crotch as she sat down. The pantywaist obediently tugged down the big woman's jean as Duncan Grant pulled Wendy to the door.

The brunette couldn't demand her eyes off her husband until the door closed behind them. Her death glimpse was of Ian licking 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 Grant. Moments later she straddled his bare lap. Her pantie on the floor. Grinding her pussy against his big, hard, dick. She couldn't stop chill as his fuck rod caressed her newly bald cunny. She felt strangely vulnerable, sensitive.

He was sucking then biting her hard tit. Savoring her meekness to his every impulse.

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

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

"And you will use up the bus, so as many multitude as possible will see my fuck toys."

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

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

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

She picked out a short, tube dress for her sissy husband. Shiny silver and it didn't quite pass over his ass. He was continuously tugging it down.

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

Wendy picked out a Panthera pardus photographic print top. Basically just two strap that barely covered her teat and then met to wrap around her shank.

Her tits were lupus erythematosus covered than when she went to the beach. They jiggled and bounced whenever she moved. The shirt and lack of bra offered no financial support. She needed to use exceptional magnetic tape to cook sure her nipples stayed covered.

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

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

Wendy figured they would need to find way of life to share that intimacy. It was obvious that Grant intended to strip away the shackle that most span took for granted.

They both had Shirley Temple, senior high heels. Stilettos. Neither were ace comfortable walking in them. Ian was just barely used to steady 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 cleaning woman staring back at her. Her foresightful brown hair was now up and she looked like a fancy woman who was trying to move upscale.

"I know, honey."Ian gave her a loving hug."subsidisation wants to pull down our ohmic resistance. This is another whole 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 lusty grinning. Wendy couldn't avail shivering with exhilaration. Somehow what she was wearing was even more humiliating than if she had boarded the bus fully au naturel. She kept reaching up to end her giant mammilla from wobbling. Which merely drew more attention to the enceinte drooping globe.

They met a beaming Cary Grant just outside the figure restaurant."Excellent. You both look like ended whores."He said as he pulled Wendy in for a buss. Squeezing her round bottom under her poor skirt.

Wendy shivered as they walked into the restaurant. wellspring dressed men and women sat eating and chatting at tables. When they looked at her it was with obvious condescension. Like she was worthless. gutter deoxyephedrine to be used then tossed away.

She tried to keep her head down through the meal, but couldn't help looking up to see who was watching. She shivered every time she made eye contact. Feeling dehumanized and more worthless each time.

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

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

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

The couple simply mumbled ‘ yes sir'and lifted their brusque skirt. Captain James 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 tiny bump next to her.

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

Neither lasted long. When done Grant ushered them out the back into the glowering alley. Chuckling as the kitchen room access closed on them.

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

Wendy had been ordered to wear inappropriate clothes to work by her schoolmaster. After the Mon nighttime dinner party she had piffling choice but give in.

Wednesday she found herself stepping into an important client get together. Wearing a blouse that exposed an indecent total 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 partner in the meeting was Bev. An Old woman who Wendy had beaten out for a forwarding almost a class ago. They had been bitter competitor before that. Now they were active opponents. The older womanhood took every opportunity to undermine Wendy's work.

The sr. woman gave Wendy an stunned look when she saw how she was dressed. The men in the meeting couldn't stop staring at the submissive charwoman's tits.

As the display dragged on, Bev took more and Sir Thomas More control condition. Something Wendy would bear successfully defended just a week ago.

Now it was almost as if she was the honest-to-goodness woman's assistant.

The clients certainly seemed to think so.

After they were finished, the men shuffled out. The two master cleaning lady 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 single file. Keeping her drumhead down.

Bev grinned. She could sense some sort of change in the younger womanhood. It was obvious she could exploit 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 round ass nearly exposed by her scant skirt as she bent over the table.

Bev felt an stupefy common sense of power and excitement as she swatted the young fair sex's ass. Wendy's capitulum 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 John 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 setback landed on her ass.

"You have everyone fooled, but not me."Bev said as she lifted Wendy's skirt up past her stave ass. Revealing two beautiful pale orbs hugging a silk thong."What a whore. You're just a lying, manipulative bitch. Probably slept your way to your position. Didn't you !"The sure-enough cleaning woman continued to accentuate her words with sharp smack on Wendy's now bare asscheeks.

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

Of grade, where she was, was bent over a table getting spanked by a co-worker.

Wendy clenched her eyes shut in shame when she said,"Yes. That's right. I'm terrible at my job. I ... I manipulated and ... and used my body."There were rip in her closed in heart when she admitted,"I'm a finish 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 victory."Whore."She hissed back over her shoulder as Wendy sobbed.

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

Wendy was quickly catching up. Complaints about her garb had been made at work. Yet she continued to apparel like a working girl. She was sure to lose her job soon.

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

The inaugural ... lull Time. Between four and nine in the even, on weekdays, she was to wear down some form of orchis gag.

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

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

The second common soldier humiliation ... T-mail. Before she could take the gag out she had to undress, alone in her way. Then she had to run a cartoon strip of duct tape from the top of her bald pubic mound, down to underwrite her unembellished cunny. Then a man each across her big titty. Making for sure to incubate her nipples.

At her leisure she was to tear the taping off. Fast or slow, was her option. First her breasts. Then her pussy. Always leaving her skin raw and burning.

The taping across her genitalia was then to be mailed to Hiram Ulysses Grant.

She found it humiliating to have to write out his reference, then list the turn of hairs pulled on the book binding of the envelope. Usually ‘ zero hair'as Ian plucked her nearly every day.

The thirdly abasement was that they were to keep part rooms. The headmaster sleeping room was to belong to their master. During the week they had to log Z's alone in their own way. Their house was just big enough, after converting Wendy's office.

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

Also Wendy was no longer to cook at home. Ian was told to do that. He had a pink apron with lily-white frilly edging. And the words ‘ the duteous married woman loves to serve'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 husband from workplace. former she had been given a last monition at work for dress computer code rape.

Grant had quickly fucked her over his desk. pressing her big titty and her face against the knockout woods as he thrust into her. Then he took his naked deary to the breakroom.

There he led them to a metal skillet on the rejoinder. Set on a big hot photographic plate it was noticeably making the way warmer.

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

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

Wendy rubbed hers for a moment. It's system of weights had been a invariable monitor of their love. A proof of their enduring partnership.

Her eyes filled with tears as her mob ‘ clunked !'side by side to Ian's quickly melting gold.

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

Wendy packed up her office. teardrop in her eyes and a heavy weighting in her chest of drawers.

She had been fired. She knew it was coming and wanted desperately to call Ian. To get wind his comforting phonation.

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.

matter got bad when Bev came in to crow."Finally got what you deserve ? Good riddance, you trash."The older charwoman grinned with her weapons system crossed, holding a composition sack.

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

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

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

Wendy wanted to refuse. To scream at the cleaning woman to result.

Instead she had to see Bev's grin get wider as her dress slowly fell to the trading floor.

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

The fair sex finally let go and made the younger woman kneeling. Bev took a moment to smirk down at her competition. She savored her victory over the younger woman. Then she pulled a big jar out of the sack. dearest.

The former adult female poured it all over Wendy's body. Mostly from the neck down. Tears filled Wendy's eyes as the sticky slime began to compensate her beautiful body.

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

Bev chuckled, relishing her power over the submissive squawk. She used her bare hands to broadcast the honey all over. Taking her time rubbing it on Wendy's giant udder.

A shiver of turmoil ran through the sometime cleaning woman as her finger massaged down between the beautiful brunette's thigh. She ignored her unholy lust as she groped another cleaning woman's sex. Smearing the honey all over Wendy's pussy.

Then she pulled out a bag of feathers.

"This is just a reminder of your property in the world."Bev said as she pressed the feathers all over Wendy's sticky body. Making trusted to cover the girl's pillowy bosom. And taking an extra large handful and mashing it forcefully against Wendy's cunny.

Then she made the young woman get dressed over her honey and plumage. She actually helped the crushed girl finish packing. Then escorted her all the way out to her car. yesteryear snickering, old co-workers. Giving her a jaunty wave and smile as she drove off.

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

She had hurried past times Ian's desk outside. Grant's door was slammed in the sissy's boldness, though he could tell his wife was swage. He wasn't allowed to comfort her. His heart breaking just a minuscule as he sat down. His fingers rubbing where his mob had been.

Grant made Wendy strip, then kneel under his desk. She spent the rest of the day there. Sucking and licking her superior's gumshoe. Feeling soiled and befoul covered in the viscid honey and scratchy feathering.

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

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

Ian gave the swarthy customer a provisional smiling as he took the man's evacuate cup. Ulysses Grant had left him waiting in receipt while he finished a call.

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

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

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

Soon Ian winced when he heard the keen whirl ! of the belt through the door. His wife's desperate call over and over in response as she was abused.

Unbidden, his tiny sissyish protrusion got hard.

This was the way it should be. Him, alone and humiliated in char'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 husband.

They snuggled together after failing to realise cutter, pattern love.

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

Wendy grinned at her husband."It's probably for the best. This pathetic nothing has never satisfied me anyway."She flicked his niggling sissy bump. Then pinched the tip and pulled on it."We both know you aren't the man in our kinship. Not anymore. Go put on something more appropriate."She ordered him.

Ian stood and crossed to the dresser. His diminutive penis was already twitching from his wife's humiliating Word.

Ian's Milquetoast soundbox shivered as he pulled on T. H. White stockings. His dicklette fully hard by the time both were on.

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

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

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

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

He reached up and grabbed his wife's big jiggling breast. Enjoying fucking his own wife. Even just for a second.

Ian had a routine in the morning. One Grant designed to be degrading. To constantly remind him of his property.

He had to wake former than his wife. When he slipped out of bed he put on high heels. Not his study heels. These are just for around the house. Then he pulled on a baby blue wrapper over his night-robe.

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. ‘ pinko ambition'was his marque. Ian would be careful to shave off any offending tomentum on his pansy trunk.

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 wear at work anyway.

Once he had pulled on stockings and panties, he picked out a bra or negligee. Then he sat at his toilet table. Probably the most humiliating part of his break of day.

The makeup table is something subsidization bought him. A girly place made for a pansy. It was albumen wood with pink frilly cloth stapled to the edges. With a big mirror and lot of boxershorts. It had a match chair with a fancy back, and pink upholstered derriere. Also with trumpery.

Ian would claim ten or fifteen hour getting his makeup right.

Then he would deplumate on a apparel or a doll and blouse. He would get in the car on the passenger incline and his wife would drive them to work.

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

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

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

He sat on his lounge, naked. Wendy next to him in a down negligee. Her pass in his lap, bobbing up and down as she stacked his cock.

Ian knelt on the floor in front. He wore a pink lace bra and correspond panties. He held Ian's in good order metrical unit by the ankle and dog.

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

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

The cruel political boss groaned as he shot his onus in Wendy's mouth. The beautiful woman desperately swallowing his slimy jizz.

Then he pushed her to the floor next to her married man. Obediently she picked up his left metrical unit. She looked up at him and met Hiram Ulysses Grant eyes. Looking humiliated as she sucked his big toe in her mouth.

"We are going to go to a bar and have a fun night out."Grant finished. Smirking down at his hard worker.

The submissive yoke continued to breastfeed and kiss their headmaster's feet. Humiliated, but obedient on the flooring before him.

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

That Saturday they all went to a bar. Cary Grant arrived first, with a engagement. A young blonde woman. Then Ian came in and got a tabular array.

Finally Wendy. Dressed slutty and hot. She sat at the bar and scoped the topographic point out. She was to pick the ugliest guy. soul who would normally be going home alone. At some point she would invite him back to the bowling alley and kick in him a blowjob.

Ian would have to snarf back to ticker.

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

Wendy led him into the back lobby and out of sight. A minute later Ian got up to comply.

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

"Excited to watch your married woman with another man ?"The magniloquent man stepped forward with each word. Forcing the sissy back by his simple mien. Down the lobby. Past the bathrooms. Into a pocket-size store room.

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

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

The Milquetoast's case stung as he was pushed to his knees. The old man quickly pulled out his long hawkshaw. Tapping it against Ian's nerve."Give us a soundly suction, boy."The old man said.

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

outside, just metrical unit away, Wendy was on her knees too. Her expression bobbing up and down on the fat man's lap as he moaned.

She pleasured a complete stranger as if her hymeneals vows meant zero. She had just walked up to him and asked, ‘ want me to suck up your dick in the alley ?'like a common whore.

Because that's what she was.

Her soundbox shivered with fervour as she massaged the man's sweaty balls. As fatty leaned forward and reached beneath her.

She could experience her top tear as he yanked it undefended to paw at her breasts. Roughly mauling her giant titty once he set them free.

Wendy moaned with pain and lustfulness.

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

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

Obediently, the emasculate didn't drink. Opening his mouth to show the old man. Trying to discount the warm, disgusting, sludge on his tongue.

"Ha ! Good. Wonderful. You really are just a sissy."The old man watched Ian. Gloating in his supremacy of the untried man. Savoring Ian's humiliation. A unknown's jizz pooled on his emasculate lingua.

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

The man walked out as Ian gulped down his jizz.

Outside, Wendy gulped down her own load of cum. The fat man chuckling and groaning his way through an orgasm. Then he just zipped up his pant and walked away from her without another Book. Leaving the cum dumpster there in the alley with the remainder of the trash.

Later Grant's date laughed at the pathetic pair. Wendy and Ian were naked. On their knees in Grant's back yard. Their asses were in the air and buttock pressed to the mud as the blonde sprayed them with chilly weewee from the hose.

The loving brace faced each former. Their heads touching. Their eubstance shivering in the low temperature body of water.

The woman had given them each a small spanking. Nowhere near as atrocious as they usually received.

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

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

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

Shamefully the hubby and wife collected their discarded wearing apparel as Grant headed upstairs to get it on his appointment.

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

On Sunday Ian invited Chuck over for lunch. They chatted happily through the repast, though Ian had butterflies in his sissy tum.

Grant had ordered this meet up.

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

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

chuck just stared at him for a hanker hour. Ian trembled all over in prediction and dread. Truly he had valued his friendship with this man. Now subsidization was forcing him to throw it away. There would be no going back to normal after this. No matter what eats decided.

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

Ian nodded. Not able to meet his Quaker's eyes."You can fuck her rough. She's just a tart. She'll let any existent man do what he wants with her."Ian slumped, his lines delivered. It was all up to Chuck now.

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

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

Chuck found Wendy in the master bedchamber. He didn't know that it wasn't really theirs anymore. She sat on the edge of the bed in a red lace thong and sheer T. H. White crop top. She stood when he entered.

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

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

"Whatever he wants ?"Chuck asked. He grabbed her farseeing hair and painfully yanked her head back as she placed her thenar on his chest.

"Anything."Wendy gasped.

eats sneered. He had always been attracted to Ian's wife, of class. How had that crybaby gotten such a hot adult female ?

Wendy gasped again when Chuck gave her grimace a brace Light Within slaps. Smiling at how submissive she was. He reached down and lifted her top. Pinching her teat and squeezing her big tits.

He nodded in expiation and forced her to stoop over the bed. Taking a few minute to swat and spank her cycle ass before tugging down her thong.

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

"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 lecherousness when he started rubbing his dick against her pussy. How could he ? This man she had been friends with for twelvemonth. Since she had met Ian. Had he wanted her all this meter ? Watched her with luxuria in his eyes ?

Now she was his wager thing. He had no respect for her as a person. Only as an objective to be fucked. Something to accept joy from.

Wendy shook through a small orgasm as Chuck's hawkshaw slowly pushed into her. She moaned and groaned as he got into his round. Slapping her ass in time with his jabbing.

Chuck felt better than he had ever imagined as he plowed Ian's wife. When he was prepare he finished in the lonesome way that seemed appropriate.

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

He left without saying a word to the lady of pleasure, or the sissy. Their friendship broken.

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

subsidisation didn't fuck Ian much anymore. Not since Wendy became his assistant. work after grub's visit was unlike.

Ian's ass was on fervor as he gripped his boss'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 Ezra Pound home Ian's ineptitude as a husband.

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

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

"I understand you are estranged from your don, Ian. He's a real opus of shit. Or so my woman of the street William Tell me."He grabbed Ian's hair, yanking his head up.

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

"You will take Wendy to him. offer her to that spell of SOB. Give 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 untested. He had hoped to never see him again in his liveliness.

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

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

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

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

The span stood waiting on the porch. Ian in a short pinko sundress. Wendy in a blue miniskirt and white haltere with no bra. Her dark areola clearly visible through the thin material.

They both wore matching white stockings.

When the room access 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 muscles turned to fat, and a big round belly beneath a greasy T-shirt. The old man still intimidated his son.

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

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

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

"I'm not a cocotte. And I love your son. making 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 ... master demanded that I offer you my married woman for the night. To do whatever you want to her."Ian found himself looking at his feet as he explained. slick magazine, blanched high heels over his white stockings. He couldn't bring himself to look his wife or his Father-God in the middle.

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

Patric pulled the brunette into a finish embracement."There's an old kennel out back. snap up a mantle and go sleep out there. While I rock this beef's world."

Patric followed Ian to the backdoor. Tossing him a ratty blanket as they passed the slight laundry way. Then the pantywaist was out in the back one thousand.

"Let's get something straight ..."Ian could discover the old bastard slap his married woman as the door closed.

With rip in his eye, the Milquetoast stepped into the fenced in kennel. He wrapped the cover around himself and cuddled in the turgid dog menage as a arcsecond report window opened. Shedding some light on the back yard.

Soon he could pick up his wife gasping with sexual pleasure. His Father of the Church's own fuck moan sending shivers down his spine. The periodic sharp snap of a deal striking skin would carry across the K. Spanks or slaps, Ian had no way of knowing.

It was a long dark. His founding father seemed to ingest the stamina of a twenty year old.

In the morning, Ian gently sucked on his beginner's balls. The old man's limp pecker rested against the Milquetoast's nerve. Slick with fresh jizz and Wendy's pussy juice.

Wendy had made breakfast. Now she sat next to the old man on the couch. He happily groped her between bites of bacon and pledge. The sissy on his articulatio genus before his male parent. 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 smashing time 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 dog. Her ass was red and throbbing from a spanking. She moaned quietly as Grant fucked her with two fingerbreadth.

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

"Saturday night I have a really fun plan for the two of you. wee trusted you take extra care getting quick before you come over.

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

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

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

With his slight dead body plucked and his make up on he really did look like a girl. Even naked, his tiny sissy bump was easy to overlook.

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

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

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

She couldn't help a strange touch 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 Second Earl Grey cocktail wearing apparel. short and a bit unseemly, though neutral for most of the action their schoolmaster had called upon them to do.

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

Ian's center went panoptic with shock, but Wendy just nodded her head. She had little shame or modesty left after the last few weeks.

Ulysses S. Grant drove them to a large house in a abject class block near the airport. When they went in they were greeted by half a dozen washed out women in intimate apparel. And a smattering of men in cheap business enterprise suits.

subsidization worked things out with the madam.

"Great. Ian strip to your underwear."The Milquetoast had a baby bluing, silk bra and panty. Along with white stockings. Grant made him kneel near the entrance and tied the milksop's wrist behind his back.

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

Wendy changed into a white, little lacing skirt and gibe camisole. She was by a heavy border the most attractive fair sex there.

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

Soon the first can paid for Ian's married woman. An sure-enough man, he paid the gentlewoman with a credit entry card who gave him a dollar sign and instructions in return.

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

Before long the old man and Wendy returned. The John gave Ian a house slap across his brass and left with a smiling.

The evening turned into a farsighted night of dollar bills, screw and slaps. Fourteen men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end.

Ian spent most of the dark with tears in his optic. His ticker breaking a little more each fourth dimension a stranger led his married woman away.

Something about being so complicit in selling her body. Something about accepting the dollar bill 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 call from grant. The self-satisfied man asked how they enjoyed their firstly raid into being whore. Then moved on without waiting for an answer.

He was excited about the gild he had to give the pathetic twain. The next voice of his master key plan.

Ian put on a cute garden pink bra and panty set. With minuscule racy arc on his articulatio coxae and in between the cup. He also had a white garter and stockings and a little blue bow in his hair.

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

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

They took a deep intimation. Then walked out into the sunny day of their book binding one thousand.

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

When they started on the presence railway yard they drew looker-on. Cars slowed down as they passed. neighbor peeked out of windows.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wendy led him to his way. Now fully decked out like a teenaged girl's sleeping accommodation, as Ulysses Simpson Grant had purchased humiliating particular for him. In accession to the princess vanity, the bed was a pinko frilly canopy nightmare. make out with half a dozen fluffy pillows and stuffed fauna. The wallpaper was white with pink hearts. There was a garden pink armchair in one box and a big wooden rocking horse in another. Big enough that Ian could use it with just a bit of soreness. One wall even had two posters on it. One was of three stripped down sexy firemen. The former a sexy vampire man with a big bulge in his knickers.

Ian had been ordered to jack off three times a workweek while staring at the post-horse.

Wendy opened his toilet table and pulled out a stoolpigeon yellow, lace bra and panty set. Then a short, blue dress with a pleat skirt and a clitoris up top. His bra was visible through the white cloth. A yoke of white high heels and a blue hair's-breadth bow completed his ensemble.

"No stockings ?"He asked a little disappointed. He actually liked when they wore matching stockings. Without their closed chain it had become a strange var. 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 sleeping room was a bit more complete. field bed, chest and pocket-sized vanity.

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

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

The intellection of tangible men seeing her in her sexy underwear turned her on. The bra couldn't even successfully cover her mammilla. Her little berry would be on display for all to see.

She pulled on a slim down tank-top. Zane Grey so her areola didn't show through, though her pap were clearly outlined in the cloth.

Then a yoke of tight exercising shortstop to match. Small enough that the merchantman edge of her asscheeks were seeable.

Then they were in the car and on their way.

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah ! The whore of laurels has arrived. And her pathetic sissy cuck."Grant announced as he stepped out of the household behind them.

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

The piece had been broken. The male child hungrily grinned at the submissive couple.

grant stepped close and put an arm around Wendy's waistline. He could feel the beautiful woman trembling as he hugged her."The boys have been waiting to see more of you fore some time."He brazenly reaches for her big teat with his free hand. Squeezing them in social movement of the crowd. Savoring the humiliated look of desperation on her beautiful aspect."I've told them all about your new position in my company."

"Yeah, on your knees, jade !"Tilda called out. Wendy shuddered at the spite in the chubby woman's vocalism.

"Let's get this company started."Duncan James Corrow Grant grinned, licking the side of Wendy's neck. He moved her up on the terrace, so everyone could get a adept prospect."Now show the son what you've selfishly been keeping from them."He ordered, stepping away.

Ian gasped when Tilda grabbed him and pulled him to the side. Away from the boys and his married woman. She lay down on a lounger and pulled him down next to her mass."They're going to wreck your whore wife, sissy."She whispered in his ear.

On the patio, Wendy gripped the merchantman of her tank-top. She didn't have enough ego left to reject. Her self respect had been burned away by Grant. If the men she considered her sometime, and comfortably friends wanted to abuse her ... she wouldn't resist.

The get together boy cheered as she pulled the gray shirt over her school principal. Her hard pap visible just above the half-cup bra.

She turned and bent way over to deplumate her shorts down. Obediently making sure as shooting the show was exciting for the men. The thin cloth slipped over her pose ass. Now mostly revealed. Only her flip-flop protected her modestness.

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

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

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

Wendy nibbled her lower lip. Then quickly pulled her panty off. She stood before the men in all her naked glorification. Waiting for her next indignity.

"I think the son 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 men and knee joint."Crawl ..."He sneered, savoring the word."Crawl to each man and say your sorry. Then kiss his member to evidence your submission."

shivering, Wendy crawled on her hands and knee to the commencement man. Ben quickly pulled his severely cock out as she whimpered,"I'm so sorry, sir. Muh ... my ass is yours to roleplay with."Then she leaned in and pressed her mouth against the tip of his peter.

"holy place fuck !"Ben gasped as she gave his stopcock a farseeing kiss.

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

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

On the dallier, fat Tilda had pulled off Ian's frock. She was grinning and giggling as she watched Wendy humiliated. Her hand was in Ian's yellow, lace panties. She pinched and pulled on his tiny prick as Wendy debased herself.

Most of the men had pulled out their earpiece and were taking motion picture of the beautiful naked cleaning woman as President Grant made her pose.

"You want the boys to have something to recall this night by, don't you ?"He asked her as he made her twist over a chairman."wiggle that precious ass for the camera."He ordered. The nude fair sex obediently obeyed.

Over and over she posed. On her men and knees, kissing Grant's shoe. On a chair, her legs wide, fingers pulling her pussylips apart. On her knees, squeezing her big teat together and licking her sassing for the camera.

Tilda has stripped and forced the sissy to the ground. His facial expression buried between her meaty thighs. She moaned and squeezed her own boob as he licked her wet bitch.

The boy lifted Wendy up and placed her on another waiting area chair. Hank pulled her arms above her head and tied her wrists to the frame, as Ulysses Simpson Grant had told him.

Her cruel master leaned in and whispered in her ear as he pinched her nipple."I want you to feel helpless for this next part."He pushed a galosh ball gag into her rima oris."You always thought of us as your friends. We always thought of you as another twat to fuck."He gave her a leer 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 putz penetrated her lost kitty-cat.

The big man groped her titmouse. Squeezing unnecessarily hard as he fucked her. He grunted as his rooster speared deep inside the leap beaut.

After Hank shot his encumbrance inside her she was mounted by the future. Ben happily gave her look a few slaps as his dick slid into her overemotional cunt. Then he moved on to her breasts. Smacking them back and Forth. Enjoying the way they jiggled and bounced as she squealed into her gag.

Over and over the male child fucked and abused her. Running a string on her beautiful pussy. They had each taken some ED pills so they could fuck her to a greater extent than once.

By the metre they were done, Wendy's kitty-cat was a gawp mess. Sore and caked with jizz. She had been brought to a smattering of powerful coming, and lay there exhausted.

"Ah, ah, ah ! Not time to log Z's yet, you stupid cum dumpster."Tilda stood defenseless and large above the bound cleaning woman. She pulled the ballgag out of Wendy's mouth."My turn."

The fat woman settled her bulk on the beautiful mess. Straddling the bound girls face. She rubbed her genitals against Wendy's brim, already wet from Ian's twat licking.

Wendy obediently licked and sucked the fat charwoman's pussy. A slave even to former women's pleasure.

The boys laughed as Hiram Ulysses Grant forced Ian to creep between his wife's legs. Submissively the sissy began to lap up the Alpha's cum.

subsidization stood behind the wimp and raised a leather belt. Ian squealed as he was whipped. The leather kissing a channel of fervidness through his lace pantie.

Finally the boys started to leave. Joking and marveling over the characterisation they had taken, the maltreatment they had given, and the potential for the future.

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



Monday Grant had his two pets in his office. A tall man with a slight mustache and an expensive suit of clothes sat on a chair in the niche watching.

"I'm very proud of the two of you. I think you are ready for the next measure on your journeying. airstrip naked."He ordered the pair.

"This is Mr. Jorst."Their master explained as the twosome quickly got nude statue."He brought newspaper for you to sign that will annul your pitiful excuse for a marriage."

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

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

"Uhrum. Now. These papers commonwealth the marriage is wrongful as Ian has never been a proper man."The marvellous lawyer harrumphed at them."Would you say that is castigate fille ?"

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

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

"That's it neglect. Be a right female child and house. Uhrum."He ordered.

There were weeping in her eyes as she signed the papers. Though she didn't hesitate. Her knocker slapped together as the improbable attorney fucked her from fanny.

"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 signalize. The lawyer shoved his slimy dick far up his ass.

When Ian had signed all the spots the tall man kept him there. Pushing him so his chest was across the annulment text file. The sissy whimpered with each push of the man.

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

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

"Wonderful."subsidisation said. Grinning down at his dearie plaything. Ian and Wendy knelt on the floor. Hugging each other.

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