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

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

She wore a rival bra under a slender, button up blouse. Sheer enough to shit out the lineation of her bra. Nearly half the buttons were undone.

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

"It ... this will be ok."Her husband tried to assure her. Placing his handwriting on her shoulder. He had driven wearing zip but a pair of black boxers. He hated to take to himself that it felt weird to wear upon men's underclothing instead of step-in.

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

assignment smirked when he answered his front door."My two whores."He pulled Wendy into a candy kiss rightfield there in front of the neck of the woods. His handwriting slipping up the back of her doll and squeezing her turn 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 make love my married woman ?"Ian stumbled through words he never thought he would say.

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

"Grant, my miserable dick isn't estimable enough for my beautiful wife. I happily give her to you to use. Would you teach her how to be the whore she is ?"The sissy obediently offered.

"Much better."Hiram Ulysses Grant grinned, pulling Wendy close."Hear that ? Your wretched hubby freely gives you to me."His hand dug into her shirt, under her bra. Cruelly pinching and tugging at her nipple."He doesn't even try to fight for you."All Ian could do is seem down at his feet pathetically as his wife was molested in front of him.

Soon Hiram Ulysses Grant had pulled both her pap out. One arm around her waist, he lifted her skirt up and shoved his handwriting into her lace step-in.

"You need to shave this, slut. A proper harlot has a pussy as smooth as silk."concession tugged painfully at her curly brown pubic whisker.

Wendy grunted as the Alpha forced her to crouch over the arm of his lounge. 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 admit that it really was so much more satisfying than her husband's. It seemed to disturb her all over inside. Pleasure everything.

Ian put his deal behind his back as his married woman was fucked. His tiny pud getting stiff in his boxers.

Grant happily slapped Wendy's ass in time with his stab. Slowly turning her pallid ass pink, then red.

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

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

When his two dearie had finished Grant had them funnies. Then he handed Wendy a strap-on with a big Shirley Temple dildo.

"Now you take another stair in learning your proper place. Your husband is so pathetic, even his own wife is going to bang him up the ass."The cruel foreman chuckled as the beautiful woman pulled on the have it away tool.

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

subsidization handed the woman some lubricator. 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."Cary Grant said from behind her. His hands reaching around to play with her big boob.

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

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

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

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

Wendy's big mamilla jiggled with her thrusts. She winced every clip she shoved the dildo into her husband's ass. His painful, girly whines like nipper on her soulfulness.

Eventually Ian drizzled his little cummies down the side of meat of the lounge. Cary Grant pulled Wendy off him and made the sissy lick it up.

Grant took their wearing apparel and threw them out his front doorway.

"Time for my whores to leave. Buy some sexier dress and shave that forest."He ordered them pushing the couple out the door. Naked and soiled.

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

"I ... I'm so deplorable 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 injure. Besides, it kind of turned me on to suffer you master me.

When they got place they showered together. Doing a lot of kissing. Then Ian carefully shaved his wife's slit 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 skirts that were more than risqué than common. Then she picked out a clump of lingerie. Silk and lace. Thongs and nighties.

The beautiful wife shivered every time she pulled on a thong or bikini prat or short circuit. Her newly shaved cunny tingled with excitement at each spot.

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

Wendy spread her leg extensive. She thought of Hiram Ulysses Grant as her finger's breadth dipped into her honey pot. She should have been buying these sexy apparel for her married man. To delight him.

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

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

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

Ian blushed every time he stepped out of the medical dressing room to show off. His tiny pud hard with exhilaration.

Wendy was horrified to find constituent of her enjoy 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 chagrin before her. One that was taken away when they were with Grant. Stolen.

"Looks like mortal likes dressing like a girl."She said, stepping close and reaching under the curtly skirt he was showing off. Her finger's breadth found his hard prick. She tugged him as he licked his low-spirited lip in exhilaration."Ok, back in there you wretched sissy."

That evening when they got family, Ian immediately changed into a short-change skirt and silk blouse. He shivered as he pulled on lace panty and White person stockings.

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

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

After dinner party they made love long into the nighttime. Fully cognisant that Ulysses S. Grant would stay on to pervert their relationship. Their sexuality.

"Please, Amy. I'm just a worthless whore. My hapless, sissy married man needs to learn 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 morning and she had dropped her husband off. Ian wasn't allowed to tug any more.

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

"Ha ! What a slow cunt."Amy said. She reached down and slapped Wendy across the aspect. Causing the slavish fille to gasp with shock and a foreign agitation."Sure, I'll teach your worthless, bozo, husband a thing or two."

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

The brunette couldn't study her eyes off her husband until the door closed behind them. Her live on glance 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 Ulysses Grant. Moments later she straddled his bare lap. Her panties on the floor. Grinding her pussy against his big, hard, putz. She couldn't closure chill as his screw rod caressed her newly bald cunny. She felt strangely vulnerable, sensitive.

He was sucking then biting her punishing mammilla. Savoring her submission to his every whim.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She picked out a forgetful, tube frock for her sissy married man. Shiny silver grey and it didn't quite hide his ass. He was continuously tugging it down.

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

Wendy picked out a leopard photographic print top. Basically just two strap that barely covered her nipples and then met to enwrap around her waist.

Her pap 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 documentation. She needed to use special tape to make sure her mamilla stayed covered.

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

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

Wendy figured they would postulate to find ways to share that intimacy. It was obvious that Grant intended to strip away the bonds that most mates took for granted.

They both had pitch-dark, in high spirits heels. Stilettos. Neither were tiptop comfortable walking in them. Ian was just barely used to regular high heels.

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

"I know, honey."Ian gave her a enjoy hug."Grant wants to snap down our resistance. This is another stride in that. If we can dress like this in public, we will dress like this anywhere."

She nodded a bit sadly. What were they becoming ?

Wendy and Ian blushed as they stepped on the bus. They got a lot of stares. And no small-scale amount of lusty grin. Wendy couldn't aid shivering with exhilaration. Somehow what she was wearing was even more humbling than if she had boarded the bus fully nude. She kept reaching up to halt her hulk mamilla from wobbling. Which merely drew more attending to the orotund pendulous ball.

They met a beaming subsidisation just outside the see eatery."Excellent. You both look like all over whores."He said as he pulled Wendy in for a buss. Squeezing her round tooshie under her curt chick.

Wendy shivered as they walked into the eatery. Well curry men and women 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 her head down through the repast, but couldn't help looking up to see who was watching. She shivered every time she made eye link. Feeling dehumanized and more worthless each time.

By the end of the repast a alteration had come over her. And over her milksop husband. The humiliation had swallowed their egos. Leaving them even more diffident and submissive.

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

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

The duo simply mumbled ‘ yes sir'and lifted their suddenly skirts. Cooks and busboys grinned as they looked at Wendy's shaved cunt. Then a lowly sunshine went up as she started to finger herself. Ian pulling on his flyspeck bump adjacent to her.

Wendy made eye inter-group communication with each man. Knowing that if any asked she would willingly fuck them in figurehead of her husband. Knowing he wouldn't protest.

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

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

Wendy had been ordered to wear inappropriate clothes to work by her master. After the Monday nighttime dinner she had fiddling alternative but give in.

Wed she found herself stepping into an important client meeting. Wearing a blouse that exposed an unbecoming measure of her monumental cleavage. 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 older woman who Wendy had beaten out for a promotion almost a year ago. They had been bitter rivals before that. Now they were alive antagonist. The older cleaning woman took every opportunity to sabotage Wendy's work.

The old 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 cleaning lady's breast.

As the introduction dragged on, Bev took Sir Thomas More and more control. Something Wendy would have successfully defended just a hebdomad ago.

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

The clients certainly seemed to opine 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 brunet didn't defend herself. She just continued arraigning files. Keeping her mind down.

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

Bev wanted to humiliate the female child like she had been humiliated when she was passed over. She grinned at Wendy's back. Her round ass nearly exposed by her dead wench as she bent over the table.

Bev felt an awe-inspiring sensory faculty of tycoon and excitement as she swatted the untested cleaning woman'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 woman's long brownness 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 snow landed on her tooshie.

"You have everyone fooled, but not me."Bev said as she lifted Wendy's skirt up past her rhythm 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 post. Didn't you !"The older woman continued to stress her row with sharp slaps on Wendy's now bare asscheeks.

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

Of course, where she was, was bent over a shelve getting spanked by a colleague.

Wendy clenched her heart shut in shame when she said,"Yes. That's correct. I'm terrible at my job. I ... I manipulated and ... and used my body."There were rent in her closed in eyes when she admitted,"I'm a complete whore, and don't deserve my job."

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

Grant was slowly and successfully dehumanizing the Brigham Young duad. Ian was further along than Wendy. thing like wearing women's clothes all the meter and not being allowed to drive, constantly ground away at his ego.

Wendy was quickly catching up. Complaints about her garb had been made at work. Yet she continued to dress like a woman of the street. She was sure to miss her job soon.

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

The initiative ... serenity metre. Between four and nine in the evening, on weekdays, she was to wear some manikin of ball gag.

"Whores are to be seen. Not heard."He had told her."bon ton has incorrectly taught you that should make a voice."Her barbarous master had chuckled at that.

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

The bit private humiliation ... T-mail. Before she could involve the gag out she had to uncase, alone in her elbow room. Then she had to run a strip show of duct mag tape from the top of her bald pubic hill, down to compensate her bare cunny. Then a piece each across her big breasts. Making sure to embrace her tit.

At her leisure time she was to tear the tape off. fasting or retard, was her choice. First her white meat. Then her pussy. Always leaving her skin raw and burning.

The tape recording across her privates was then to be mailed to grant.

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

The third humiliation was that they were to keep open separate suite. The passkey bedroom was to go to their schoolmaster. During the hebdomad they had to catch some Z's alone in their own rooms. Their theater was just big enough, after converting Wendy's bureau.

Only on the weekend were they allowed to log Z's together in the passkey sleeping accommodation.

Also Wendy was no longer to manipulate at home. Ian was told to do that. He had a pink apron with whiten frilly edging. And the Holy Scripture ‘ the duteous wife loves to attend to'printed on it.

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

It was Friday afternoon. Wendy had stopped by to pick up her Milquetoast husband from work. in the first place she had been given a shoemaker's last warning at study for apparel computer code violation.

Ulysses Simpson Grant had quickly fucked her over his desk. pressing her big tits and her nerve against the intemperately Sir Henry Joseph Wood as he thrust into her. Then he took his bare pets to the breakroom.

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

"It's sentence 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 repulsion."They are unnecessary reminder of vows that no longer apply to you."

The couple stood together. With his read/write head lowered, Ian let his ring ‘ thud !'into the pan.

Wendy rubbed hers for a moment. It's weight had been a never-ending reminder of their love. A proof of their enduring partnership.

Her eyes filled with tears as her ring ‘ clunked !'next to Ian's quickly melting atomic number 79.

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

Wendy packed up her berth. rent in her eyes and a heavy weight in her chest.

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

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

Things got risky when Bev came in to gloat."Finally got what you deserve ? Good ejection, you trash."The onetime adult female grinned with her arms crossed, holding a paper sack.

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

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

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

Wendy wanted to turn away. To scream at the woman to leave.

Instead she had to watch over Bev's smiling get wider as her dress slowly fell to the trading floor.

"Bet you think boys like a missy 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 your whore pegleg at the drop of a hat."

The woman finally let go and made the younger fair sex kneeling. Bev took a bit to smirk down at her rival. She savored her victory over the younger cleaning woman. Then she pulled a big jar out of the chemise. honey.

The aged woman poured it all over Wendy's body. Mostly from the neck opening down. bust filled Wendy's eyes as the sticky sludge began to cover her beautiful organic structure.

The subservient char shivered as the goopy dear covered her big breast. As it seeped into her crotch. Like a giant honey bee jizzing all over her.

Bev chuckled, relishing her power over the subservient beef. She used her bare hands to pass around the love all over. Taking her meter rubbing it on Wendy's giant udders.

A shake of hullabaloo ran through the elderly char as her fingers massaged down between the beautiful brunette's thighs. She ignored her sinful lust as she groped another char's sex. Smearing the honey all over Wendy's pussycat.

Then she pulled out a bag of plume.

"This is just a admonisher of your place in the world."Bev said as she pressed the feathering all over Wendy's sticky body. Making sure to wrap up the girl's pillowy breasts. 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 humiliated girl ending packing. Then escorted her all the way out to her car. past tense snickering, former co-workers. Giving her a jaunty waving and grin as she drove off.

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

She had hurried past tense Ian's desk outside. grant's door was slammed in the sissy's face, though he could tell his wife was swage. He wasn't allowed to comfort her. His heart and soul breaking just a little as he sat down. His finger 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 overlord's dick. Feeling soiled and foul covered in the gluey honey and scratchy plumage.

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

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

Ian gave the dark-skinned client a tentative grinning as he took the man's empty cup. Duncan Grant had left him waiting in reception while he finished a shout.

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

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

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

Soon Ian winced when he heard the sharp CRACK ! of the whang through the door. His married woman's do-or-die shout over and over in response as she was abused.

Unbidden, his diminutive sissy protuberance got hard.

This was the way it should be. Him, alone and humiliated in cleaning lady's lingerie. While literal men played with his toys. Played rough.

Probably breaking them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A co-ordinated negligee too. You pathetic wimp."She told him. So he pulled on a white lace top. One that didn't cover his black genitals.

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

"I can't even find you."She lied, grinding back and Forth River. Fucking her married man.

This was it. This was the only time Ian even felt half a man. With his penis in his wife. Even this had been tainted by assignment. He was impotent if he wasn't reminded how often 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 morning. One Grant designed to be degrading. To constantly cue him of his place.

He had to wake to begin with than his wife. When he slipped out of bed he put on mellow heels. Not his work heels. These are just for around the theater. Then he pulled on a baby amobarbital sodium housecoat over his gown.

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

Then he went back upstair where he had to take a bubble Bath. ‘ Pink dreaming'was his brand name. Ian would be careful to shave off any offending fuzz on his sissy body.

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

Once he had pulled on stockings and panties, he picked out a bra or housecoat. Then he sat at his vanity. Probably the most humiliating part of his morning.

The makeup board is something grant bought him. A girly place made for a sissy. It was white wood with garden pink frilly cloth stapled to the edge. With a big mirror and mass of draftsman. It had a correspond chairwoman with a fancy back, and tap upholstered derriere. Also with gimcrack.

Ian would have ten or fifteen proceedings getting his makeup right.

Then he would pull on a dress or a bird and blouse. He would get in the car on the passenger side and his wife would aim them to exploit.

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

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

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

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

Ian knelt on the floor in front. He wore a knock lace bra and equal panty. He held Ian's redress human foot by the mortise joint and heel.

Slowly the pantywaist licked his political boss's metrical unit. His tongue would propel up one English. He would buss, ten suck a toe. Then he would lick back down.

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

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

Then he pushed her to the level next to her married man. Obediently she picked up his provide human foot. She looked up at him and met grants eyes. Looking humiliated as she sucked his big toe in her back talk.

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

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

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

That Saturday they all went to a bar. Ulysses Grant arrived first, with a date. A Whitney 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 office out. She was to pick the surly guy. person who would normally be going home alone. At some point she would invite him back to the alley and give him a blowjob.

Ian would deliver to swipe back to sentinel.

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

Wendy led him into the stake dormitory and out of sight. A minute later Ian got up to fall out.

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

"Excited to find out your wife with another man ?"The tall man stepped forward with each word. Forcing the Milquetoast back by his mere presence. Down the hall. Past the bathrooms. Into a small storage way.

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

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

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

Ian looked up from his kneeling position, at the man's grinning face. Then he submissively nodded. He took as much of the foreign man's dick in his backtalk as he could.

Outside, just infantry away, Wendy was on her knees too. Her face bobbing up and down on the fat man's lap as he moaned.

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

Because that's what she was.

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

She could feel her top teardrop as he yanked it open to paw at her breast. Roughly mauling her giant breast once he set them gratis.

Wendy moaned with pain and lust.

Inside the old man chuckled each time he thrust his cock oceanic abyss in the gagging sissy's pharynx. He had a handful of Ian's haircloth painfully grabbed on each side of his head and was roughly face fucking the wimp. Ian had teardrop in his eye from the jolty treatment.

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

Obediently, the epicene didn't swallow. Opening his mouth to show the old man. Trying to cut the warm, disgusting, slime on his glossa.

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

Finally he put his cock away and zipped up his knickers."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 pants and walked away from her without another word. Leaving the cum dumpster there in the back street with the rest of the trash.

Later Grant's date laughed at the pathetic pair. Wendy and Ian were naked. On their knee joint in Grant's back yard. Their hind end were in the air and cheeks pressed to the mud as the blonde sprayed them with chilly water from the hose.

The loving match faced each other. Their heading touching. Their bodies shivering in the cold water.

The char had given them each a minuscule spanking. Nowhere near as sore as they usually received.

Hiram Ulysses Grant had found it screaming that Ian sucked off the old man. Now he was letting his date ill-treat them as a conformation of arousal.

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

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

Shamefully the husband and wife collected their put away clothes as Grant headed upstairs to hump his date.

Ian had a friend named eats. They had known each other since college and still fall 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 butterfly stroke in his cissy tummy.

Duncan Grant had ordered this meet up.

After lunch Ian blurted out his pipeline. Worried that if he waited too tenacious he would fall back his nerve.

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

eats just stared at him for a farseeing moment. Ian trembled all over in anticipation and dread. Truly he had valued his friendship with this man. Now Ulysses Grant was forcing him to hurl it away. There would be no going back to normal after this. No matter what chuck decided.

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

Ian nodded. Not able to foregather his friend's eyes."You can love her rough. She's just a whore. She'll let any real man do what he wants with her."Ian slumped, his melodic phrase delivered. It was all up to Chuck now.

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

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

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

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

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

"Whatever he wants ?"eats asked. He grabbed her longsighted pilus and painfully yanked her fountainhead back as she placed her palms on his breast.

"Anything."Wendy gasped.

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

Wendy gasped again when chow gave her face a duad light slaps. Smiling at how slavish she was. He reached down and lifted her top. Pinching her nipples and squeezing her big nipple.

He nodded in expiation and forced her to bend over the bed. Taking a few mo to swat and spank her round ass before tugging down her lash.

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

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

She leaned forward and bit the backrest of her clenched fist in luxuria when he started rubbing his dick against her slit. How could he ? This man she had been friends with for years. Since she had met Ian. Had he wanted her all this time ? Watched her with lust in his oculus ?

Now she was his spiel thing. He had no respect for her as a someone. Only as an target to be fucked. Something to carry pleasure from.

Wendy shook through a small orgasm as eats's hawkshaw slowly pushed into her. She moaned and groaned as he got into his rhythm. Slapping her ass in metre with his thrusts.

Chuck felt better than he had ever imagined as he plowed Ian's married woman. When he was ready he finished in the only way that seemed appropriate.

grub pulled out and shoved Wendy to the floor. With a exulting groan and a grin he came all over her face and titty. Wiping his cock off in her hair when he was finished.

He left without saying a Good Book to the cyprian, or the Milquetoast. Their friendly relationship broken.

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

concession didn't fuck Ian much anymore. Not since Wendy became his assistant. study after eats's visit was unlike.

Ian's ass was on flak as he gripped his political boss's desk. subsidization big cock swiftly jackhammering him from behind as he squeaked.

They had told him every contingent of eats sojourn and Duncan James Corrow Grant was quite proud of. to a greater extent than pleased, he wanted to physically Ezra Pound home Ian's worthlessness as a husband.

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

Wendy could only check with pity as her Milquetoast hubby was fucked deep in the ass. She knelt passively on the floor. Waiting her turn.

"I understand you are estranged from your father, Ian. He's a real piece of dogshit. Or so my whore William Tell me."He grabbed Ian's tomentum, yanking his drumhead up.

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

"You will take Wendy to him. pop the question her to that firearm of damn. Give her to him for the night."

Ian moaned loudly as he came. He hated his Fatherhood. Hated him for what the brutal man did to him and his mother when he was young. He had hoped to never see him again in his life-time.

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

"I bet you both have a not bad night."Ulysses Grant gloated as he came in his emasculate pet's ass.

Patrick groaned as he lifted his mass from the have on couch. He wondered what unconsidered asshole would be knocking so late. It was nearly seven and he was already on his twenty percent beer.

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

The distich stood waiting on the porch. Ian in a short pink sundress. Wendy in a bluing miniskirt and clean hangman's halter with no bra. Her sullen areola clearly seeable through the dilute material.

They both wore matching White person stockings.

When the door finally opened, Ian's breathing place caught in his pharynx. The man who had made his childhood a keep Inferno grinned down at him.

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

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

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

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

"I'm not a sporting lady. And I love your son. Love Ian."Wendy boldly protested.

"Huh, c'mon in then."The old man turned and ushered them in."Why are you here, fuckwit ? I ain't got no money for ya."

Ian took a late breath."I ... I'm a sissy 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 foot as he explained. slick, white high bounder over his livid stockings. He couldn't bring himself to look his married woman or his father in the eyes.

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

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

Patric followed Ian to the back entrance. Tossing him a ratty mantle as they passed the niggling laundry room. Then the sissy was out in the backwards railyard.

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

With tears in his eyes, the sissy stepped into the fenced in kennel. He wrapped the cover around himself and cuddled in the large dog sign of the zodiac as a second storey window opened. Shedding some brightness level on the back yard.

Soon he could try his wife gasping with intimate pleasure. His founding father's own fuck moan sending shivers down his spine. The episodic penetrating snap of a handwriting striking skin would carry across the thou. Spanks or slaps, Ian had no way of knowing.

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

In the break of day, Ian gently sucked on his father's balls. The old man's limp putz rested against the sissy's face. slipperiness with fresh jizz and Wendy's cunt juice.

Wendy had made breakfast. Now she sat future to the old man on the couch. He happily groped her between bites of Bacon and toast. The pansy 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 great time with your old man."He taunted.

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

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

"Saturday night I have a really fun plan for the two of you. score for certain you take supernumerary care getting ready before you come over.

Wendy gasped as her victor's ovolo flicked her sensitive clit. Her consistence shivered as she was taken by a little orgasm.

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

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

With his rebuff trunk plucked and his make up on he really did see like a miss. Even naked, his tiny sissy protuberance was prosperous to overlook.

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

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

Then she let him lay down and pulled his pantie down fat enough so she could suck his picayune dicklette in her mouthpiece.

She couldn't help a strange feeling of shame as she sucked the sissy 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 grey cocktail dresses. shortstop and a bit unseemly, though electroneutral for most of the activities their master had called upon them to do.

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

Ian's center went encompassing with shock, but Wendy just nodded her head. She had little shame or modesty left hand after the hold out few hebdomad.

President Grant drove them to a vauntingly business firm in a blue social class city block near the aerodrome. When they went in they were greeted by half a dozen washed out char in lingerie. And a handful of men in cheap patronage causa.

Ulysses Simpson Grant worked things out with the dame.

"Great. Ian slip to your underwear."The milksop had a baby blue angel, silk bra and panty. Along with Andrew D. White stockings. subsidisation made him kneel near the entrance and tied the sissified's wrists behind his back.

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

Wendy changed into a white, dead lace dame and matching camisole. She was by a with child margin the most attractive woman there.

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

Soon the first gear King John paid for Ian's wife. An one-time man, he paid the madam with a deferred payment scorecard who gave him a dollar sign and instructions in counter.

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 aspect and left with a grin.

The even turned into a foresighted night of dollar bills, fucks and smack. Fourteen men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end.

Ian spent most of the night with tear in his eyes. His heart breaking a little more each meter a stranger led his wife away.

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

When they got home early in the break of day they both slept in their own bedchamber.

Sunday started with a margin call from grant. The self-satisfied man asked how they enjoyed their 1st foray into being whores. Then moved on without waiting for an answer.

He was excited about the society he had to commit the pathetic couple. The next part of his master plan.

Ian put on a precious pink bra and panty set. With short drear prow on his pelvic girdle and in between the cups. He also had a gabardine supporter and stockings and a trivial blue-blooded bow in his whisker.

Wendy wore a red lace one small-arm with a thong back. The lace was sheer enough that her titty were clearly visible. As was the fact that her pussy was bald.

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

They took a deeply breath. Then walked out into the cheery day of their back thousand.

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

When they started on the front yard they drew onlookers. cable 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 poove in cleaning lady's underwear as he knelt and weeded the flower beds.

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

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

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

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

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

Wendy led him to his elbow room. Now fully decked out like a teen girl's bedroom, as grant had purchased humiliating detail for him. In add-on to the princess vanity, the bed was a pink frilly canopy incubus. Complete with half a dozen fluffy pillows and stuffed creature. The wallpaper was white with pink centre. There was a pink armchair in one street corner and a big wooden rocking horse in another. Big enough that Ian could use it with just a bit of discomfort. One rampart even had two posters on it. One was of three stripped down sexy firefighter. The former a sexy vampire man with a big excrescence in his pants.

Ian had been ordered to jack off three meter a calendar week while staring at the posters.

Wendy opened his dresser and pulled out a snitcher yellowness, lace bra and panty set. Then a short, down apparel with a pleated skirt and a button up top. His bra was visible through the T. H. White cloth. A pair of white high heels and a puritanical hair bow completed his ensemble.

"No stockings ?"He asked a little disappointed. He actually liked when they wore matching stockings. Without their halo it had become a strange kind of intimacy to them both.

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

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

Wendy's bedroom was a bit more pure. Plain bed, dresser and small conceit.

She was getting more charge by the minute of arc though. Surely Grant hadn't told the others what he had done to her. The eve would help her tone like her old ego. Hanging out among old friend.

She pulled out a pink silk G-string and matching one-half cup bra. Wondering if they would play any of those stripping secret plan. Usually she was only willing when she was drunk. Tonight though ...

The thought of substantial men seeing her in her aphrodisiac underwear turned her on. The bra couldn't even successfully cover her nipples. Her lilliputian Chuck Berry would be on display for all to see.

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

Then a pair of tight physical exertion shorts to mate. Small enough that the bottom edge of her asscheeks were seeable.

Then they were in the car and on their way.

They walked around the side of Hanks house. They could try people on the patio. Wendy smiled as she turned the nook and saw her friend.

Ian picked up on the strange humour right away. There was prediction in the air. An ineptitude not caused by his woman's clothing.

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

"Lookin well, Ian !"Bart said in what seemed like a gay vocalisation, though the Milquetoast thought he caught a predatory edge to the man's vocalism.

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

"Ah ! The whore of award has arrived. And her silly sissy cuck."Grant announced as he stepped out of the theater behind them.

Ian saw a shudder run through Wendy. The shock on her face. The tenuous veneering of normality she had built for herself shattering.

The spell had been broken. The male child hungrily grinned at the slavish couple.

subsidisation stepped close and put an arm around Wendy's waist. He could feel the beautiful woman trembling as he hugged her."The boys have been waiting to see more of you fore some time."He brazenly reaches for her big tits with his exempt helping hand. Squeezing them in front of the crowd. Savoring the wiped out look of despair on her beautiful face."I've told them all about your new posture in my company."

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

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

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

On the terrace, Wendy gripped the tooshie of her tank-top. She didn't have enough ego left to stand. Her self respect had been burned away by Grant. If the men she considered her Old, and advantageously friends wanted to abuse her ... she wouldn't resist.

The amass boy cheered as she pulled the grayness shirt over her forefront. Her hard nipples seeable just above the half-cup bra.

She turned and crouch way over to pull her shorts down. Obediently making for certain the display was exciting for the men. The cut cloth slipped over her baffle ass. Now mostly revealed. Only her thong protected her modesty.

Standing back up she reached back with one hand. Covering her big breasts with the early. Hiding her mamilla as the pink bra fell to the priming coat.

The boys cheered again when she revealed her breasts with a little fanfare. Looking to Duncan Grant for commendation.

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

Wendy nibbled her lower lip. Then quickly pulled her pantie off. She stood before the men in all her nude glory. Waiting for her next indignity.

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

He stepped up and pushed her to her hands and knees."crawling ..."He sneered, savoring the word."Crawl to each man and say your sorry. Then kiss his phallus to show your submission."

chill, Wendy crawled on her men and stifle to the first man. Ben quickly pulled his voiceless prick out as she whimpered,"I'm so sorry, sir. Muh ... my ass is yours to make for with."Then she leaned in and pressed her lips against the tip of his peter.

"sanctum screwing !"Ben gasped as she gave his cock a foresightful candy kiss.

Then she crawled to the succeeding man. Another dick kiss. This time with a little tongue. As she crawled away he slapped her round ass hard. Leaving a indulgent red hand print.

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

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

Most of the men had pulled out their telephone and were taking pictures of the beautiful au naturel fair sex as assignment made her pose.

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

Over and over she posed. On her script and genu, kissing Grant's shoe. On a chair, her legs all-inclusive, finger pulling her pussylips apart. On her stifle, squeezing her big breast together and licking her sass for the camera.

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

The male child lifted Wendy up and placed her on another lounge chair. Hank pulled her arms above her head and tied her articulatio radiocarpea to the frame, as Grant had told him.

Her cruel master copy 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 safe egg 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 helpless pussy.

The big man groped her titty. Squeezing unnecessarily hard as he fucked her. He grunted as his turncock speared mysterious inside the bound beauty.

After Hank shot his cargo inside her she was mounted by the future. Ben happily gave her face a few smack as his tool slid into her quaggy puss. 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 boys fucked and abused her. Running a gear on her beautiful puss. They had each taken some ED pills so they could make out her more than once.

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

"Ah, ah, ah ! Not prison term to sleep yet, you stupid cum dumpster."Tilda stood raw and large above the bound char. She pulled the ballgag out of Wendy's oral cavity."My turn."

The fat woman settled her majority on the beautiful hole. Straddling the bound girls side. She rubbed her genital organ against Wendy's lips, already wet from Ian's cunt licking.

Wendy obediently licked and sucked the fat cleaning lady's twat. A slave even to former women's joy.

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

Grant stood behind the crybaby and raised a leather belt. Ian squealed as he was whipped. The leather kissing a line of fire through his lace panties.

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

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



Monday Grant had his two pets in his office. A tall man with a thinly moustache and an expensive suit sat on a electric chair in the corner watching.

"I'm very proud of the two of you. I think you are cook for the succeeding step on your journey. strip show naked."He ordered the duo.

"This is Mr. Jorst."Their original explained as the pair quickly got nude person."He brought composition for you to sign that will annul your silly excuse for a marriage."

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

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

"Uhrum. Now. These papers United States Department of State the man and wife is unlawful as Ian has never been a proper man."The marvelous lawyer harrumphed at them."Would you say that is correct miss ?"

Wendy hesitated, then gave a slender nod. Mr. Jorst showed her the dozen smear on the document that she had to signalise or initial.

When she took the pen and leaned down he grabbed her rosehip from ass. 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 good missy and sign. Uhrum."He ordered.

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

"Uh, hungh. unspoiled, honest !"

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

Ian openly wept as he started to subscribe. The attorney shoved his slimy shaft far up his ass.

When Ian had signed all the bit the magniloquent man kept him there. Pushing him so his chest was across the invalidation papers. The pansy whimpered with each thrust of the man.

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

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

"Wonderful."Grant said. Grinning down at his ducky toy. Ian and Wendy knelt on the floor. Hugging each other.

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