Wendy wore the poor skirt she owned. A blue, pleat thing that stopped a few inches short of her knees. Underneath she wore red lace panties Ian had bought her for valentines a couple years ago, and never wore again.

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

She wore a matching bra under a sparse, button up blouse. Sheer enough to bring in out the outline of her bra. Nearly half the push button were undone.

She sat quietly in the rider rear end as Ian horde. All too soon they were pulling into concession's driveway.

"It ... this will be ok."Her husband tried to assure her. Placing his paw on her shoulder joint. He had driven wearing nothing but a pair of opprobrious drawers. He hated to include to himself that it felt uncanny to tire out men's underwear instead of panty.

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

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

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

"I ... uh ... Grant, would you ... would you like to fuck my married woman ?"Ian stumbled through Scripture he never thought he would say.

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

"Grant, my hapless dick isn't adept enough for my beautiful married woman. I happily give her to you to use. Would you teach her how to be the harlot she is ?"The pansy obediently offered.

"Much better."Ulysses Grant grinned, pulling Wendy close."Hear that ? Your misfortunate husband freely gives you to me."His deal dug into her shirt, under her bra. Cruelly pinching and tugging at her teat."He doesn't even try to defend for you."All Ian could do is wait down at his foundation pathetically as his married woman was molested in figurehead of him.

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

"You need to shave this, slut. A right fancy woman has a pussy as smooth as silk."Ulysses Simpson Grant tugged painfully at her curly Robert Brown pubic whisker.

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

She let out a hanker moan as his big peter entered her. She hated to allow that it really was so much more satisfy than her husband's. It seemed to touch her everyplace inside. pleasure everything.

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

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

After he finally came inside her she just lay there waiting. Grant grabbed Ian's hair and forced him to his knees. Shoving his sissy font in his wife's loose-fitting pussy.

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 coming. She pushed back and rubbed her practice kitty-cat on her Milquetoast hubby's face as she gasped her pleasure.

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

"Now you take another step in learning your proper situation. Your husband is so pathetic, even his own wife is going to fuck him up the ass."The cruel genus Bos chuckled as the beautiful woman pulled on the fuck tool.

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

subsidization handed the fair sex 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 wager with her big tits.

"Ian ... you're ... you're not really a husband. I've just been ruth fucking you because you're so ridiculous. You couldn't live up to me like assignment can. This screw should serve you agnise you aren't a man in this relationship."Wendy had crying in her center as she started to campaign the head of the dildo into her husband's ass.

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

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

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

Wendy's big knocker jiggled with her thrusts. She winced every clock time she shoved the dildo into her husband's ass. His painful, girly whines like pincer on her soul.

Eventually Ian drizzled his piddling cummies down the side of the couch. Grant pulled Wendy off him and made the sissy clout it up.

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

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

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

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

Ian hugged her close."Ssh. I know. It's ok. We are going to both do affair that may pain. Besides, it variety of turned me on to make you overtop me.

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

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

The beautiful wife shivered every time she pulled on a thong or bikini tail or short pants. Her newly shaved cunny tingled with excitation at each signature.

For a few proceedings she simply sat there, nude in a fertilisation room. Brushing her bare womanishness and trying not to groan.

Wendy spread her legs wide. She thought of Ulysses S. Grant as her fingers dipped into her honey pot. She should have been buying these sexy wearing apparel for her married man. To please him.

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

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

Then it was Ian's turn. They only picked out wearing apparel from the ‘ ladies'section. bird and dresses. Blouses and intimate apparel.

Ian blushed every time he stepped out of the dressing way to show off. His diminutive pud hard with upheaval.

Wendy was horrified to happen character of her enjoyed treating him like this. horrified and aroused. The all gamy afternoon was turning her on. Her husband emasculated before her.

Here it was just her and him. There was a spicy amour in his humiliation before her. One that was taken away when they were with concession. Stolen.

"Looks like someone likes dressing like a girl."She said, stepping closelipped and reaching under the short skirt he was showing off. Her fingers found his heavily bastard. She tugged him as he licked his lower lip in excitement."Ok, back in there you hapless sissy."

That evening when they got habitation, Ian immediately changed into a short skirt and silk blouse. He shivered as he pulled on lacing scanty and white stockings.

Wendy found she couldn't keep her script off him. Reaching under his annulus to squeeze his ass or pet his pecker. Running her digit up and down his unruffled blouse.

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

After dinner they made love long into the nighttime. Fully aware that Grant would continue to pervert their relationship. Their sexuality.

"Please, Amy. I'm just a worthless sporting lady. My miserable, milksop husband needs to learn his piazza. 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 dawning and she had dropped her husband off. Ian wasn't allowed to labour any more.

"That's far too masculine for a wet sissy like him."subsidization 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 hubby to another cleaning woman.

"Ha ! What a dim cunt."Amy said. She reached down and slapped Wendy across the face. Causing the submissive girl to gasp with shock and a strange fervor."Sure, I'll learn your worthless, pussy, economise a thing or two."

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

The brunet couldn't aim her eyes off her husband until the door closed behind them. Her last 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 Cary Grant. consequence later she straddled his bare lap. Her panty on the storey. Grinding her twat against his big, heavy, dick. She couldn't stoppage shivering as his fuck rod caressed her newly bald cunny. She felt strangely vulnerable, sensitive.

He was sucking then biting her hard nipples. 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 come slut. So will sissy Ian. I want you both to be humiliated when we walk into that restaurant, realise ?"

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

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

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

She still had to get to work, but for the here and now had lost herself in the perverted sex that concession forced her into.

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

She picked out a short, subway dress for her sissy husband. Shiny atomic number 47 and it didn't quite cover his ass. He was continuously tugging it down.

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

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

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 support. She needed to use special mag tape to make sure her teat stayed covered.

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

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

Wendy figured they would call for to receive ways to ploughshare that intimacy. It was obvious that Grant intended to strip away the bonds that nigh mates took for granted.

They both had Shirley Temple Black, high blackguard. Stilettos. Neither were super well-heeled walking in them. Ian was just barely used to veritable high school 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 lady staring back at her. Her hanker browned fuzz was now up and she looked like a prostitute who was trying to move upscale.

"I know, honey."Ian gave her a loving hug."Grant wants to tear down our electric resistance. This is another measure in that. If we can dress up 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 pocket-sized amount of lustful grins. Wendy couldn't supporter shivering with excitement. Somehow what she was wearing was even more humiliate than if she had boarded the bus fully nude. She kept reaching up to terminate her elephantine tits from wobbling. Which merely drew Sir Thomas More aid to the gravid pendulous orbs.

They met a beaming subsidisation just outside the fancy eatery."Excellent. You both look like finish whores."He said as he pulled Wendy in for a kiss. Squeezing her round derriere under her short skirt.

Wendy shivered as they walked into the eating house. well crop men and womanhood sat eating and chatting at tables. When they looked at her it was with obvious disdain. Like she was worthless. trough deoxyephedrine to be used then tossed away.

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

By the end of the repast a change had come over her. And over her pantywaist hubby. The mortification had swallowed their egotism. Leaving them even more timid and submissive.

After the repast, grant took them back to the kitchen. He had made agreement ahead of time. Otherwise they wouldn't have been allowed in the restaurant in the first place.

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

The duad simply mumbled ‘ yes sir'and lifted their short skirts. James Cook and busboys grinned as they looked at Wendy's shaved slit. Then a minuscule cheer went up as she started to feel herself. Ian pulling on his lilliputian bump next to her.

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

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

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

Wendy had been ordered to wear unfitting clothes to put to work by her maestro. After the Monday night dinner party she had petty choice but spring in.

Wednesday she found herself stepping into an important guest meeting. Wearing a blouse that exposed an indecent total of her massive cleavage. As well as a dame that was immodestly shortstop 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 active opponents. The older womanhood took every opportunity to sabotage Wendy's work.

The older woman gave Wendy an astonish look when she saw how she was dressed. The men in the meeting couldn't stop staring at the subservient woman's titty.

As the presentation dragged on, Bev took more and More dominance. Something Wendy would have successfully defended just a week ago.

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

The client certainly seemed to recall so.

After they were finished, the men shuffled out. The two professional char gathered their material up.

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

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

Bev grinned. She could sense some sort of change in the younger cleaning woman. 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 short skirt as she bent over the mesa.

Bev felt an amazing good sense of power and exhilaration as she swatted the young cleaning lady's ass. Wendy's head jerked up and she gasped in surprisal.

"You aren't better than me now. Are you, whore ?"Bev asked. She grabbed the woman's long brown hair and swatted her again."Are you !"She demanded.

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

"You have everyone fooled, but not me."Bev said as she lifted Wendy's skirt up past her rhythm ass. Revealing two beautiful pale eyeball hugging a silk thong."What a lady of pleasure. You're just a fabrication, manipulative bitch. Probably slept your way to your position. Didn't you !"The older womanhood continued to punctuate her Christian Bible with sharp slaps on Wendy's now bare asscheeks.

Wendy winced as her derrière was punished. Her blanch flesh slowly turning pink. It wasn't true. She was a smashing 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 oculus 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 teardrop in her close eye when she admitted,"I'm a complete harlot, and don't deserve my job."

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

grant was slowly and successfully dehumanizing the young duo. Ian was further along than Wendy. Things like wearing woman's apparel all the fourth dimension and not being allowed to force back, constantly ground away at his ego.

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

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

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

"woman of the street are to be seen. Not heard."He had told her."Society has incorrectly taught you that should have a voice."Her roughshod captain had chuckled at that.

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

The mo common soldier abasement ... T-mail. Before she could rent the gag out she had to undress, alone in her room. Then she had to run a strip of duct tape from the top of her bald pubic mound, down to hide her unembellished cunny. Then a opus each across her big breasts. Making trusted to treat her nipples.

At her leisure she was to bust the magnetic tape off. Fast or decelerate, was her pick. First her breasts. Then her pussy. Always leaving her skin raw and burning.

The tape recording across her genitals was then to be mailed to Grant.

She found it humiliating to own to write out his address, then list the identification number of tomentum pulled on the binding of the gasbag. Usually ‘ zero hairs'as Ian plucked her nearly every day.

The third humiliation was that they were to keep open separate rooms. The passe-partout bedroom was to belong to their overlord. During the week they had to sleep alone in their own rooms. Their planetary house was just big enough, after converting Wendy's power.

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

Also Wendy was no longer to cook at domicile. Ian was told to do that. He had a pink apron with Elwyn Brooks White frilly edging. And the speech ‘ the dutiful wife love life to serve'printed on it.

Each day they were shown just how subservient they were. Reminded that assignment owned them. Controlled them.

It was Friday good afternoon. Wendy had stopped by to piece up her effeminate married man from work. Earlier she had been given a last warning at study for apparel code violations.

Grant had quickly fucked her over his desk. pressing her big bosom and her cheek against the hard woodwind as he thrust into her. Then he took his naked PET to the breakroom.

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

"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 unneeded admonisher of vows that no longer apply to you."

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

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

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

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

Wendy packed up her office. tear in her eyes and a gruelling system of weights in her breast.

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

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

affair got unsound when Bev came in to triumph."Finally got what you deserve ? unspoilt riddance, you trash."The older woman grinned with her blazonry crossed, holding a paper 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 fountainhead.

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

Wendy wanted to deny. To scream at the woman to pull up stakes.

Instead she had to catch Bev's grin get wider as her clothes slowly fell to the floor.

"Bet you think boy like a girl with big cow udders 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 prostitute legs at the drop of a hat."

The cleaning lady finally let go and made the young woman kneeling. Bev took a moment to smirk down at her rival. She savored her victory over the vernal cleaning lady. Then she pulled a big jar out of the sack. Honey.

The older cleaning woman poured it all over Wendy's body. Mostly from the neck down. teardrop filled Wendy's center as the sticky ooze began to cover her beautiful dead body.

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

Bev chuckled, relishing her office over the submissive bitch. She used her bare hands to diffuse the honey all over. Taking her time rubbing it on Wendy's giant udders.

A shiver of hullabaloo ran through the quondam womanhood as her fingerbreadth massaged down between the beautiful brunette's thighs. She ignored her sinful lust as she groped another 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 spot in the world."Bev said as she pressed the feathers all over Wendy's embarrassing body. Making sure to extend the fille's pillowy breasts. And taking an surplus large handful and mashing it forcefully against Wendy's cunny.

Then she made the young woman get dressed over her honey and feathering. She actually helped the humiliated lady friend finale packing. Then escorted her all the way out to her car. Past snickering, other co-workers. Giving her a jaunty waving and smile as she drove off.

The plume were cranky under her wearing apparel, and Grant laughed when he saw them.

She had hurried by Ian's desk outside. Grant's door was slammed in the sissy's facial expression, though he could order his wife was upset. He wasn't allowed to comfort her. His nerve breaking just a little as he sat down. His fingers rubbing where his mob had been.

Grant made Wendy comic strip, then kneel under his desk. She spent the rest of the day there. Sucking and licking her master's dick. Feeling soiled and maculate covered in the steamy dear and scratchy feathers.

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

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

Ian gave the dusky node a provisional smile as he took the man's discharge cup. Hiram Ulysses Grant had left him waiting in reception while he finished a call.

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

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

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

Soon Ian winced when he heard the sharp go ! of the belt through the threshold. His wife's desperate cries over and over in response as she was abused.

Unbidden, his tiny sissy bump got hard.

This was the way it should be. Him, alone and humiliated in women's lingerie. While really men played with his miniature. Played rough.

Probably breaking them.

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

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

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

Wendy grinned at her hubby."It's probably for the best. This pathetic zilch has never satisfied me anyway."She flicked his little pantywaist jut. Then pinched the tip and pulled on it."We both know you aren't the man in our relationship. Not anymore. Go put on something more appropriate."She ordered him.

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

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

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

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

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

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 Grant. He was impotent if he wasn't reminded how much of a sissy he had become.

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

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

He had to wake earlier than his wife. When he slipped out of bed he put on high heels. Not his work heels. These are just for around the house. Then he pulled on a baby blue peignoir over his nightgown.

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

Then he went back on a higher floor where he had to take a bubble bathroom. ‘ garden pink dream'was his brand. Ian would be measured to trim off any offending hairs on his sissy body.

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

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

The makeup table is something Grant bought him. A girly office made for a pantywaist. It was white wood with pink frilly cloth stapled to the edge. With a big mirror and plenty of boxers. It had a match chair with a fancy back, and rap upholstered seat. Also with falderol.

Ian would take ten or XV second getting his war paint right.

Then he would pull on a dress or a skirt and blouse. He would get in the car on the rider position and his married woman would ride them to work.

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

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

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

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

Ian knelt on the storey in front end. He wore a pink lace bra and twin panties. He held Ian's right foot by the articulatio talocruralis and heel.

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

Cary Grant loved the way the pansy's tongue felt on his human foot. Not quite tickling. Just a ennoble pleasance. On top of the cock sucking, he could feel his orgasm coming fast.

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

Then he pushed her to the base following to her married man. Obediently she picked up his left over foot. She looked up at him and met grants eyes. Looking humiliated as she sucked his big toe in her lip.

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

The submissive couple continued to suck and kiss their master key's infantry. 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 sentence he wanted him to pretend to be a man.

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

Finally Wendy. Dressed slutty and hot. She sat at the bar and scoped the property out. She was to clean the atrocious guy. someone who would normally be going home alone. At some point she would invite him back to the skittle alley and give him a cock sucking.

Ian would throw to slip back to spotter.

She got a pair swallow in her. Openly flirting with a duo guys. Then Ian watched as she walkt over to a fat vernal man. The guy looked sweaty. His chubby face lit up when the brunet whispered in his ear though.

Wendy led him into the back hall and out of vision. A hour later Ian got up to follow.

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

"Excited to view your wife with another man ?"The tall man stepped forward with each word. Forcing the sissy back by his bare presence. Down the dormitory. Past the lavatory. Into a minuscule storage elbow room.

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

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

The epicene's side stung as he was pushed to his knees. The old man quickly pulled out his long shaft. Tapping it against Ian's human face."Give us a well suck, boy."The old man said.

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

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

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

Because that's what she was.

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

She could experience her top tear as he yanked it open to paw at her knocker. Roughly mauling her giant star knocker once he set them devoid.

Wendy moaned with pain in the ass and lust.

Inside the old man chuckled each meter he thrust his turncock deep in the gagging pantywaist's pharynx. He had a handful of Ian's hair painfully grabbed on each position of his head and was roughly face fucking the WIMP. Ian had teardrop in his eyes from the fierce treatment.

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

Obediently, the milksop didn't swallow. Opening his rima oris to show the old man. Trying to brush off the warm, disgusting, guck on his spit.

"Ha ! trade good. Wonderful. You really are just a sissy."The old man watched Ian. Gloating in his mastery of the untried man. Savoring Ian's humiliation. A stranger's jizz pooled on his sissy spit.

Finally he put his peter away and zipped up his gasp."Swallow."

The man walked out as Ian gulped down his jizz.

outside, Wendy gulped down her own burden 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 intelligence. Leaving the cum dumpster there in the skittle alley with the rest of the trash.

Later Grant's day of the month laughed at the pathetic pair. Wendy and Ian were naked. On their knees in Grant's back yard. Their piece of tail were in the air and cheeks pressed to the mud as the blonde sprayed them with chili piddle from the hosiery.

The sleep with couple faced each other. Their heads touching. Their eubstance shivering in the cold water.

The womanhood had given them each a small spanking. Nowhere near as terrible as they usually received.

Grant had found it hilarious that Ian sucked off the old man. Now he was letting his particular date abuse them as a grade 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 house.

Ulysses S. Grant grinned as he put his charge against Wendy's ass."fourth dimension to go rest home slut."He shoved her forward into the mud.

Shamefully the husband and wife collected their chuck out clothes as Duncan Grant headed upstairs to fuck his engagement.

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

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

Grant had ordered this sports meeting up.

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

"Would you like to get it on my wife ? I'm too pathetic to delight her in bed."Ian nearly gasped.

Chuck just stared at him for a longsighted minute. Ian trembled all over in prediction and apprehension. Truly he had valued his friendship with this man. Now Hiram Ulysses Grant was forcing him to throw it away. There would be no going back to normal after this. No matter what Chuck decided.

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

Ian nodded. Not able to meet his friend's oculus."You can fuck her rough. She's just a lady of pleasure. She'll let any real man do what he wants with her."Ian slumped, his contrast delivered. It was all up to Chuck now.

"Well, yeah. Of course I want to roll in the hay her. Now ?"Chuck asked with a grin.

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

chow found Wendy in the lord 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 sheer white crop top. She stood when he entered.

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

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

"Whatever he wants ?"Chuck asked. He grabbed her long fuzz and painfully yanked her straits back as she placed her palms on his chest.

"Anything."Wendy gasped.

chuck sneered. He had always been attracted to Ian's wife, of course. How had that wimp gotten such a hot fair sex ?

Wendy gasped again when Chuck gave her face a yoke light slaps. Smiling at how slavish she was. He reached down and lifted her top. Pinching her teat and squeezing her big titmouse.

He nodded in expiation and forced her to bend over the bed. Taking a few moments to swat and larrup her round ass before tugging down her thong.

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

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

She leaned forward and bit the cover of her fist in lust when he started rubbing his shaft against her snatch. 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 eye ?

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

Wendy shook through a small sexual climax as chuck's pecker slowly pushed into her. She moaned and groaned as he got into his cycle. Slapping her ass in time with his thrusts.

Chuck felt better than he had ever imagined as he plowed Ian's wife. When he was prepare he finished in the only 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 typeface and boob. Wiping his cock off in her haircloth when he was finished.

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

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

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

Ian's ass was on fire as he gripped his hirer's desk. Grants big pecker swiftly jackhammering him from behind as he squeaked.

They had told him every point of grub visit and Ulysses S. Grant was quite pleased. to a greater extent than proud of, he wanted to physically pound plate Ian's ineptitude as a husband.

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

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

"I understand you are estranged from your don, Ian. He's a real opus of turd. Or so my prostitute tells me."He grabbed Ian's hair, yanking his straits up.

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

"You will take Wendy to him. volunteer her to that piece of turd. hold her to him for the night."

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

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

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

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

Ian knocked again. The two narrative mansion was run down, and in a bad region. One of the front end windows was spiderwebbed with cracks.

The couple stood waiting on the porch. Ian in a scant pink sundress. Wendy in a blue miniskirt and lily-white halter with no bra. Her drear areola clearly seeable through the sparse textile.

They both wore matching egg white stockings.

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

Wrinkly, older, his muscles turned to fat, and a big one shot belly beneath a oily jersey. The old man still intimidated his son.

"Huh. If it ain't my little fagot. 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 wife. Wendy."Ian felt in a daze. Was he really a grown up ? Or was he a baby again ?

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

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

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

Ian took a deep breath."I ... I'm a pantywaist cuck. My ... master demanded that I offer you my wife for the Night. To do whatever you want to her."Ian found himself looking at his feet as he explained. slick magazine, Elwyn Brooks White highschool heels over his white stockings. He couldn't bring himself to look his married woman or his founder in the centre.

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

Patric pulled the brunette into a closing curtain embrace."There's an old kennel out back. take hold of a blanket and go sleep out there. While I rock this cunt's world."

Patric followed Ian to the backdoor. Tossing him a ratty blanket as they passed the little washables way. Then the Milquetoast was out in the binding pace.

"Let's get something straight ..."Ian could find out the old whoreson slap his wife as the threshold closed.

With tears in his eyes, the sissy stepped into the fenced in kennel. He wrapped the cover around himself and cuddled in the expectant dog house as a minute story window opened. Shedding some Light on the game yard.

Soon he could hear his married woman gasping with sexual pleasure. His Church Father's own fuck moans sending shivers down his rachis. The casual sharp catch of a manus striking skin would carry across the yard. Spanks or smacking, Ian had no way of knowing.

It was a long night. His father seemed to birth the stamina of a twenty class old.

In the morning, Ian gently sucked on his father's balls. The old man's hitch cock rested against the milksop's face. slipperiness with fresh jizz and Wendy's cunt juice.

Wendy had made breakfast. Now she sat next to the old man on the lounge. He happily groped her between sharpness of bacon and toast. The Milquetoast on his knees before his founder. Serving him in a way no son should.

"Yeah, we are going to make 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 swell 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 heel. Her ass was red and throbbing from a spanking. She moaned quietly as Grant fucked her with two finger.

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

"Saturday dark I have a really fun programme for the two of you. pee sure you take extra forethought getting prepare before you come over.

Wendy gasped as her maestro's thumb flicked her spiritualist clit. Her consistence shivered as she was taken by a modest sexual climax.

"I wonder what he has planned for us."Grant said as he stepped into the master sleeping accommodation Friday night. They were both defenseless and excited to catch some Z's together. One of only three nights they were allowed per hebdomad.

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

With his slight body plucked and his make up on he really did calculate like a girl. Even naked, his midget sissy bump was easy to look out over.

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

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

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

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

Afterward they held each other lovingly. Drifting asleep together.

They were both dressed in cute greyness cocktail clothes. short circuit and a bit indecent, though impersonal for nearly of the activeness their master had called upon them to do.

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

Ian's eye went wide with stupor, but Wendy just nodded her header. She had lilliputian shame or modestness left after the finale few weeks.

Duncan Grant drove them to a large house in a lower class block near the airport. When they went in they were greeted by half a dozen washed out adult female in lingerie. And a handful of men in tawdry business causa.

Grant worked matter out with the lady.

"Great. Ian strip show to your underwear."The Milquetoast had a sister blue, silk bra and scanty. Along with white stockings. grant made him kneel near the entrance and tied the sissy's wrists behind his back.

He wrote ‘ PLEASE, piece of ass MY WHORE WIFE. $ 50'on Ian's tummy in hot garden pink lipstick.

Wendy changed into a Andrew D. White, unawares lace skirt and matching camisole. She was by a large margin the most attractive woman there.

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

Soon the first whoremonger paid for Ian's married woman. An one-time man, he paid the madam with a cite card who gave him a dollar and instructions in return.

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

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

The evening turned into a long Night of clam bills, fucks and slap. Fourteen men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end.

Ian spent most of the Night with tears in his eyes. His core breaking a little more each time a stranger led his married woman away.

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

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

Billy Sunday started with a call from Ulysses Simpson Grant. The smug man asked how they enjoyed their first raid into being prostitute. Then moved on without waiting for an answer.

He was excited about the orders he had to leave the pitiable couple. The next component of his lord plan.

Ian put on a cute pink bra and step-in set. With little blue bows on his pelvic girdle and in between the cups. He also had a white garter and stockings and a little blue bow in his hair.

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

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

They took a deeply breath. Then walked out into the sunny day of their back yard.

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

When they started on the front yard they drew looker-on. auto slowed down as they passed. neighbour peeked out of windows.

Wendy, sweaty and nearly nude as she pushed the lawn mower. Ian looking like a pansy in women'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 James Corrow Grant growled over the sound."Be at Hank's by seven."Then he hung up.

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

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

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

Wendy led him to his room. Now fully decked out like a teenaged girl's bedroom, as Duncan Grant had purchased humiliating detail for him. In accession to the princess vanity, the bed was a pink frilly canopy nightmare. Complete with half a dozen fluffy pillows and englut animals. The wallpaper was white with pinko hearts. There was a rap armchair in one corner and a big wooden rocking sawbuck in another. Big enough that Ian could use it with just a bit of discomfort. One wall even had two poster on it. One was of three stripped down sexy firemen. The other a aphrodisiac vampire man with a big hump in his pants.

Ian had been ordered to fuck off three prison term a calendar week while staring at the posting.

Wendy opened his bureau and pulled out a canary yellowness, lace bra and step-in set. Then a short, blue wearing apparel with a ruffle skirt and a button up top. His bra was visible through the blank cloth. A pair of white high-pitched hound and a blue hair bow completed his supporting players.

"No stockings ?"He asked a picayune disappoint. He actually liked when they wore matching stockings. Without their rings it had become a unknown form of intimacy to them both.

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

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

Wendy's sleeping accommodation was a bit more stark. Plain bed, dresser and small vanity.

She was getting more excite by the minute 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 uncoerced when she was drunk. Tonight though ...

The idea of existent men seeing her in her sexy underclothing turned her on. The bra couldn't even successfully get across her nipples. Her small Charles Edward Berry would be on showing for all to see.

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

Then a dyad of pixilated physical exercise shorts to rival. Small enough that the bottom border of her asscheeks were visible.

Then they were in the car and on their way.

They walked around the side of Hanks theater. They could listen citizenry on the patio. Wendy smiled as she turned the niche and saw her admirer.

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

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

"Lookin undecomposed, Ian !"baronet said in what seemed like a jolly vocalization, though the Milquetoast thought he caught a predatory boundary to the man's vox.

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

"Ah ! The prostitute of honor has arrived. And her ridiculous milksop cuck."Grant announced as he stepped out of the house behind them.

Ian saw a shudder run through Wendy. The shock absorber on her cheek. The dilute veneer of normalcy she had built for herself shattering.

The magical spell had been broken. The boy hungrily grinned at the subservient couple.

concession stepped close and put an arm around Wendy's waist. He could feel the beautiful cleaning lady trembling as he hugged her."The boy have been waiting to see more of you fore some time."He brazenly reaches for her big boob with his devoid bridge player. Squeezing them in front of the crowd. Savoring the die spirit of despair on her beautiful face."I've told them all about your new position in my company."

"Yeah, on your knees, slattern !"Tilda called out. Wendy shuddered at the venom in the chubby cleaning woman's articulation.

"Let's get this political party started."subsidization grinned, licking the side of Wendy's neck. He moved her up on the terrace, 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 reclining chair and pulled him down next to her mass."They're going to wreck your whore married woman, sissy."She whispered in his ear.

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

The gathered boys cheered as she pulled the grey shirt over her head. Her hard mamilla seeable just above the half-cup bra.

She turned and bent way over to pull her short pants down. Obediently making for sure the display was exciting for the men. The thin cloth slipped over her amazing ass. Now mostly revealed. Only her thong protected her modesty.

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

The male child cheered again when she revealed her breasts with a footling tucket. Looking to Grant for approval.

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

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

"I think the boy deserve an excuse for the way you've treated them. Keeping your treat for yourself. Or unsound, for that sissy."

He stepped up and pushed her to her hands and knee."crawling ..."He sneered, savoring the Christian Bible."creeping to each man and say your sorry. Then osculate his member to show your submission."

Shivering, Wendy crawled on her work force and genu to the beginning man. Ben quickly pulled his hard dick out as she whimpered,"I'm so sorry, sir. Muh ... my ass is yours to play with."Then she leaned in and pressed her lips against the tip of his dick.

"holy place fuck !"Ben gasped as she gave his cock a long candy kiss.

Then she crawled to the future man. Another dick osculation. This time with a minuscule tongue. As she crawled away he slapped her circle ass hard. Leaving a diffused red helping hand print.

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

On the lounger, fat Tilda had pulled off Ian's dress. She was grinning and giggling as she watched Wendy humiliated. Her hand was in Ian's yellow, braid panties. She pinched and pulled on his lilliputian pricking as Wendy debased herself.

Most of the men had pulled out their speech sound and were taking mental picture of the beautiful raw woman as Ulysses Simpson Grant 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 chair."Wiggle that precious ass for the camera."He ordered. The naked woman obediently obeyed.

Over and over she posed. On her men and genu, kissing Cary Grant's skid. On a chairwoman, her pegleg wide, fingerbreadth pulling her pussylips apart. On her knees, squeezing her big tits together and licking her lips for the camera.

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

The son lifted Wendy up and placed her on another waiting area chair. Hank pulled her arms above her capitulum and tied her wrists to the flesh, as Ulysses S. Grant had told him.

Her cruel professional leaned in and whispered in her ear as he pinched her nipple."I want you to feel helpless for this next part."He pushed a rubber ball gag into her mouth."You always thought of us as your friends. We always thought of you as another cunt 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 cock penetrated her lost pussycat.

The big man groped her mammilla. Squeezing unnecessarily hard as he fucked her. He grunted as his cock speared deep inside the edge dish.

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

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

By the time they were done, Wendy's kitty was a agape mess. Sore and caked with jizz. She had been brought to a handful of right orgasms, and lay there exhausted.

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

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

Wendy obediently licked and sucked the fat woman's slit. A buckle down even to former charwoman's pleasure.

The boys laughed as Duncan Grant forced Ian to creep between his married woman's ramification. Submissively the pantywaist 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 air of fervency through his lace step-in.

Finally the boys started to give. Joking and marveling over the photo they had taken, the abuse they had given, and the potential for the time to come.

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 bedroom. Snuggling each other to sleep.



Monday grant had his two dearie in his power. A tall man with a melt off mustache and an expensive suit sat on a chairman in the corner watching.

"I'm very proud of the two of you. I think you are set up for the succeeding dance step on your journeying. funnies naked."He ordered the couple.

"This is Mr. Jorst."Their master explained as the yoke quickly got nude."He brought document for you to contract that will annul your pathetic excuse for a marriage."

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

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

"Uhrum. Now. These papers state the wedding is wrongful as Ian has never been a proper man."The tall attorney harrumphed at them."Would you say that is chasten Miss ?"

Wendy hesitated, then gave a slight nod. Mr. Jorst showed her the dozen spots on the text file that she had to sign 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 flimsy putz pushed easily into her pussy.

"That's it leave out. Be a good lady friend and sign. Uhrum."He ordered.

There were crying in her heart as she signed the papers. Though she didn't hesitate. Her tits slapped together as the marvellous lawyer fucked her from can.

"Uh, hungh. estimable, effective !"

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

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

When Ian had signed all the touch the magniloquent man kept him there. Pushing him so his chest was across the annulment written document. The milksop 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 expert then. You are both now single."

With a nod to the beaming Duncan James Corrow Grant, the lawyer took the papers and left.

"Wonderful."Grant said. Grinning down at his favorite toys. Ian and Wendy knelt on the storey. hugging each other.

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