Wendy wore the shortsighted skirt she owned. A Amytal, plicate thing that stopped a few column inch short of her knees. Underneath she wore red lace panties Ian had bought her for valentines a yoke years ago, and never wore again.

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

She wore a matching bra under a thin, button up blouse. Sheer enough to score out the abstract of her bra. Nearly half the buttons were undone.

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

"It ... this will be ok."Her married man tried to secure her. Placing his hand on her shoulder. He had driven wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers. He hated to take to himself that it felt weird to have on men's underclothing instead of panties.

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

Grant smirked when he answered his battlefront door."My two whores."He pulled Wendy into a osculation right there in social movement of the neighborhood. His manus slipping up the book binding of her chick and squeezing her rhythm ass.

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

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

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

"Hiram Ulysses Grant, my pathetic dick isn't salutary enough for my beautiful married woman. 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."Grant grinned, pulling Wendy close."Hear that ? Your pathetic husband freely gives you to me."His hand dug into her shirt, under her bra. Cruelly pinching and tugging at her nipple."He doesn't even try to fight for you."All Ian could do is look down at his foundation pathetically as his married woman was molested in front of him.

Soon grant had pulled both her bosom out. One arm around her waistline, he lifted her doll up and shoved his hired man into her lace scanty.

"You need to shave this, slut. A right cocotte has a twat as smooth as silk."Duncan Grant tugged painfully at her curly Brown pubic hair.

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

She let out a foresightful moan as his big cock entered her. She hated to include that it really was so much more substantial than her husband's. It seemed to come to her everywhere inside. pleasure everything.

Ian put his deal behind his back as his wife was fucked. His flyspeck pud getting stiff in his Boxer.

subsidization happily slapped Wendy's ass in time with his thrusting. Slowly turning her pallid ass garden 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 face in his wife's sloppy twat.

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

When his two pet had finished subsidization had them strip. Then he handed Wendy a strap-on with a big black dildo.

"Now you take another stair in learning your proper place. Your husband is so silly, even his own married woman is going to fuck him up the ass."The cruel chief chuckled as the beautiful woman pulled on the be intimate tool.

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

Grant handed the char some lubricant. Wendy generously applied it to the dildo. Then to her husband's ass.

"Tell your married man that he's no man. You know what I want to hear."Grant said from behind her. His hired man reaching around to diddle with her big tits.

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

She felt atrocious. 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 stiffness. Turned on by his wife's row as well as her infringement of his humanity.

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

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

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

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

"fourth dimension for my lady of pleasure to leave. Buy some sexier clothes and shave that forest."He ordered them pushing the couple out the doorway. Naked and soiled.

Quickly they tried to cover 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 closing."Ssh. I know. It's ok. We are going to both do things that may hurt. Besides, it kind of turned me on to have you dominate me.

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

The beautiful wife shivered every time she pulled on a thong or bikini hind end or shorts. Her newly shaved cunny tingled with exhilaration at each touch.

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

Wendy spread her branch spacious. She thought of Ulysses S. Grant as her finger dipped into her honey pot. She should have been buying these sexy clothes for her husband. To please him.

Instead they were for Grant. wickedness Grant and his big cock. She bit her clinched clenched fist and shuddered through a small orgasm.

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

Then it was Ian's turn. They only picked out clothes from the ‘ madam'surgical incision. chick and dresses. Blouses and lingerie.

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

Wendy was horrified to find part of her savour treating him like this. horrified and aroused. The altogether juicy afternoon was turning her on. Her husband emasculated before her.

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

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

That evening when they got nursing home, Ian immediately changed into a short chick and silk blouse. He shivered as he pulled on lace scanty and white stockings.

Wendy found she couldn't observe her hands off him. Reaching under his wench to squeeze his ass or pet his hawkshaw. Running her digit up and down his politic 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 night. Fully aware that grant would continue to pervert their relationship. Their sexuality.

"Please, Amy. I'm just a worthless whore. My pathetic, sissy husband 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 fellow worker.

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

"That's far too masculine for a wet milksop like him."Duncan Grant had told them. The brutal man now standing behind them grinning at this new humiliation he was forcing on them. Making Wendy crack her bonk married man to another char.

"Ha ! What a dumb cunt."Amy said. She reached down and slapped Wendy across the facial expression. Causing the submissive girl to gasp with shock and a strange excitement."Sure, I'll learn your worthless, twat, conserve a matter or two."

The fat woman grabbed Ian's hair and painfully pulled his face to her crotch as she sat down. The sissy obediently tugged down the big womanhood's jeans as subsidisation pulled Wendy to the doorway.

The brunette couldn't withdraw 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 Grant. Moments later she straddled his bare lap. Her panties on the level. Grinding her pussy against his big, strong, dick. She couldn't stop shivering as his nookie rod caressed her newly bald cunny. She felt strangely vulnerable, sensitive.

He was sucking then biting her hard mammilla. Savoring her compliance to his every whim.

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

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

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

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

She still had to get to ferment, but for the moment had lost herself in the pervert sex that Duncan 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 clothes for their dinner.

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

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

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

Her nipple were to a lesser extent covered than when she went to the beach. They jiggled and bounced whenever she moved. The shirt and lack of bra offered no support. She needed to use special tape measure to make sure her pap stayed covered.

For a bottom she wore a short schoolgirl's skirt. Like Ian's it didn't quite cover her round ass. She wore a silk G-string that offered her a little reserve. Though none for her derrière.

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

Wendy figured they would need to detect mode to plowshare that intimacy. It was obvious that Ulysses S. Grant intended to ransack away the bonds that near couples took for granted.

They both had grim, high heels. Stilettos. Neither were topnotch comfortable walking in them. Ian was just barely used to unconstipated high school dog.

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 woman staring back at her. Her long brownness hair was now up and she looked like a prostitute who was trying to move upscale.

"I know, honey."Ian gave her a loving hug."concession wants to tear down our resistance. This is another step in that. If we can prune like this in world, 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 red-blooded grins. Wendy couldn't help shivering with excitement. Somehow what she was wearing was even more chagrin than if she had boarded the bus fully nude. She kept reaching up to stop her giant nipple from wobbling. Which merely drew more attention to the gravid cernuous orb.

They met a beaming Grant just outside the phantasy eating house."Excellent. You both look like complete whores."He said as he pulled Wendy in for a kiss. Squeezing her round of golf hind end under her short skirt.

Wendy shivered as they walked into the restaurant. Well spiffed up men and fair sex sat eating and chatting at tables. When they looked at her it was with obvious patronage. Like she was worthless. sewer methamphetamine hydrochloride to be used then tossed away.

She tried to keep her foreland down through the repast, but couldn't help looking up to see who was watching. She shivered every time she made eye link. Feeling dehumanize and More despicable each fourth dimension.

By the end of the meal a change had come over her. And over her emasculate married man. The abasement had swallowed their self-importance. Leaving them even more shy and submissive.

After the repast, subsidisation took them back to the kitchen. He had made arrangements ahead of sentence. Otherwise they wouldn't have been allowed in the eating place in the 1st place.

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

The brace simply mumbled ‘ yes sir'and lifted their light skirts. Captain James Cook and busboys grinned as they looked at Wendy's shaved slit. Then a small cheerfulness went up as she started to finger herself. Ian pulling on his tiny bump side by side 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 dark skittle alley. Chuckling as the kitchen room access closed on them.

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

Wendy had been ordered to fag incompatible clothes to work by her maestro. After the Monday night dinner she had little choice but give in.

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

Her 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 contender before that. Now they were active agent opponent. The older woman took every opportunity to undermine Wendy's oeuvre.

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

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

Now it was almost as if she was the old char's helper.

The node certainly seemed to think so.

After they were finished, the men shuffled out. The two professional cleaning lady gathered their stuff up.

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

The beautiful brunette didn't defend herself. She just continued arraigning data file. Keeping her head down.

Bev grinned. She could feel some sort of change in the younger 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 one shot ass nearly exposed by her brusque dame as she bent over the board.

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

"You aren't better than me now. Are you, whore ?"Bev asked. She grabbed the woman's long dark-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 reverse landed on her rear.

"You have everyone fooled, but not me."Bev said as she lifted Wendy's skirt up past her round ass. Revealing two beautiful sick orb hugging a silk flip-flop."What a whore. You're just a fabrication, manipulative beef. Probably slept your way to your position. Didn't you !"The older fair sex continued to stress her words with needlelike slaps on Wendy's now bare asscheeks.

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

Of trend, where she was, was bent over a mesa getting spanked by a colleague.

Wendy clenched her eyes shut in ignominy when she said,"Yes. That's right. I'm terrible at my job. I ... I manipulated and ... and used my body."There were tears in her fold centre when she admitted,"I'm a gross cocotte, and don't deserve my job."

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

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

Wendy was quickly catching up. Complaints about her dress had been made at work. Yet she continued to dress like a whore. She was certainly to suffer her job soon.

Grant had dreamed up some new abasement 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 ... calm down time. Between four and nine in the even, on weekdays, she was to wear some cast of ball gag.

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

He even ordered her to do her grocery store shopping in the afternoon. Wendy would be humiliated. Feeling dehumanized with the globe gag in her rima oris. former shoppers staring and smirking at her.

The second common soldier humiliation ... T-mail. Before she could lead the gag out she had to discase, alone in her elbow room. Then she had to run a strip of duct tape from the top of her bald pubic pitcher's mound, down to underwrite her bare cunny. Then a piece each across her big breasts. Making trusted to report her nipples.

At her leisure she was to bust the tape off. Fast or slack, was her pick. starting time her boob. Then her pussy. Always leaving her scrape raw and combustion.

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

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

The third base humiliation was that they were to hold separate way. The master copy bedroom was to belong to their master. During the week they had to sleep alone in their own suite. Their house was just big enough, after converting Wendy's situation.

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

Also Wendy was no foresightful to fix at home. Ian was told to do that. He had a pinko proscenium with tweed frilly edging. And the Word ‘ the dutiful married woman dearest to function'printed on it.

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

It was Fri good afternoon. Wendy had stopped by to peck up her sissy hubby from employment. Earlier she had been given a last warning at workplace for wearing apparel code ravishment.

Grant had quickly fucked her over his desk. pressing her big titty and her face against the laborious wood as he thrust into her. Then he took his raw pets to the breakroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wendy packed up her spot. Tears in her optic and a large weight in her thorax.

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

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

Things got worse when Bev came in to crow."Finally got what you deserve ? Good riddance, you trash."The elderly womanhood grinned with her arms crossed, holding a paper sack.

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

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

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

Wendy wanted to refuse. To call at the woman to leave.

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

"Bet you think boys like a girl with big cow udder like you."Bev said stepping forward. She pinched Wendy's nipple and twisted them as she talked."Not truthful. They just know you'll spread your working girl legs at the drib of a hat."

The woman finally let go and made the untried woman kneeling. Bev took a moment to simper down at her competition. She savored her victory over the younger woman. Then she pulled a big jar out of the release. Honey.

The senior cleaning lady poured it all over Wendy's trunk. Mostly from the neck down. snag filled Wendy's middle as the sticky muck began to continue her beautiful organic structure.

The submissive fair sex shivered as the goopy beloved covered her big tit. As it seeped into her crotch. Like a giant honey bee jizzing all over her.

Bev chuckled, relishing her big businessman over the submissive squawk. She used her bare hands to spread the beloved all over. Taking her time rubbing it on Wendy's heavyweight udders.

A shiver of excitation ran through the older fair sex as her finger massaged down between the beautiful brunette's thighs. She ignored her sinful lust as she groped another charwoman's sex. Smearing the honey all over Wendy's snatch.

Then she pulled out a bag of feathers.

"This is just a reminder of your place in the world."Bev said as she pressed the feathers all over Wendy's sticky body. Making for certain to continue the young lady's pillowy chest. And taking an special large fistful and mashing it forcefully against Wendy's cunny.

Then she made the offspring woman get dressed over her dear and feather. She actually helped the humiliate girl finish packing. Then escorted her all the way out to her car. Past snickering, former co-workers. Giving her a jaunty wave and grinning as she drove off.

The feathers were rough under her dress, and subsidization laughed when he saw them.

She had hurried past Ian's desk outside. assignment's threshold was slammed in the sissy's face, though he could tell his married woman was upset. He wasn't allowed to comfort her. His heart breakage just a small as he sat down. His fingers rubbing where his annulus had been.

Hiram Ulysses Grant made Wendy slip, then kneel under his desk. She spent the quietus of the day there. Sucking and licking her master's putz. Feeling colly and foul covered in the sticky honey and scratchy plumage.

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

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

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

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

Ian could just barely see his wife as the doorway opened. She was au naturel and bent-grass over Grants desk. Her ass toward the door. Her wrists and ankle joint 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 shrewd CRACK ! of the belt through the door. His wife's desperate cries over and over in answer as she was abused.

Unbidden, his tiny sissified blow got hard.

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

Probably breaking them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A matching negligee too. You silly wimp."She told him. So he pulled on a white lace top. One that didn't cover his shameful private parts.

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

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

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

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

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

He had to wake earlier than his wife. When he slipped out of bed he put on heights heels. Not his oeuvre heels. These are just for around the mansion. Then he pulled on a sister blue negligee over his nightgown.

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

Then he went back upstair where he had to take a bubble bath. ‘ garden pink Dreams'was his brand. Ian would be heedful to trim off any offending fuzz on his sissy torso.

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

Once he had pulled on stockings and panties, he picked out a bra or housecoat. Then he sat at his toilet table. 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 pink frilly cloth stapled to the edges. With a big mirror and plenitude of drawers. It had a play off chair with a fancy back, and ping upholstered rear. Also with frills.

Ian would direct ten or xv minutes getting his war paint right.

Then he would pull on a dress or a wench and blouse. He would get in the car on the passenger face and his married woman would drive them to make.

He would sit with his hand primly in his lap. Waiting patiently for whatever Grant had in computer storage that day.

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

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

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

Ian knelt on the storey in nominal head. He wore a tap lacing bra and pair panties. He held Ian's mightily human foot by the ankle and cad.

Slowly the Milquetoast licked his foreman's foot. His natural language would move up one side. He would kiss, ten suck a toe. Then he would lap up back down.

Grant loved the way the Milquetoast's tongue felt on his foot. Not quite tickling. Just a soft pleasure. On top of the cock sucking, he could feel 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 floor next to her married man. Obediently she picked up his left base. She looked up at him and met grants eyes. Looking humiliated as she sucked his big toe in her sassing.

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

The submissive twosome continued to suck and osculate their master's metrical unit. Humiliated, but obedient on the level before him.

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

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

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

Ian would have to swipe back to watch.

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

Wendy led him into the back hall and out of quite a little. A instant later Ian got up to fall out.

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

"Excited to determine your wife with another man ?"The magniloquent man stepped forward with each intelligence. Forcing the sissy back by his simple presence. Down the hall. Past the lavatory. Into a minor repositing room.

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

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

The emasculate's face stung as he was pushed to his human knee. The old man quickly pulled out his long dick. Tapping it against Ian's aspect."give us a unspoilt sucking, 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 strange man's dick in his mouth as he could.

exterior, just feet away, Wendy was on her knee joint too. Her cheek bobbing up and down on the fat man's lap as he moaned.

She pleasured a make out stranger as if her hymeneals vows meant zip. She had just walked up to him and asked, ‘ want me to imbibe your prick in the skittle alley ?'like a green lady of pleasure.

Because that's what she was.

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

She could feel her top tear as he yanked it undefended to paw at her chest. Roughly mauling her giant star knocker once he set them costless.

Wendy moaned with pain and lust.

Inside the old man chuckled each time he thrust his shaft deep in the gagging sissy's throat. He had a handful of Ian's hair painfully grabbed on each side of meat of his principal and was roughly typeface fucking the chicken. Ian had rent in his eyes from the rough treatment.

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

Obediently, the pansy didn't sup. Opening his mouth to point the old man. Trying to cut the warm, disgusting, sludge on his clapper.

"Ha ! good. Wonderful. You really are just a sissy."The old man watched Ian. Gloating in his command of the youthful man. Savoring Ian's humiliation. A alien's jizz pooled on his milksop tongue.

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

The man walked out as Ian gulped down his jizz.

exterior, Wendy gulped down her own freight of cum. The fat man chuckling and groaning his way through an sexual climax. Then he just zipped up his pants and walked away from her without another discussion. Leaving the cum dumpster there in the alley with the rest of the methamphetamine hydrochloride.

Later Ulysses Grant's date laughed at the piteous pair. Wendy and Ian were naked. On their knees in Grant's back yard. Their shtup were in the air and impertinence pressed to the mud as the blonde sprayed them with chilli H2O from the hose.

The sleep with couple faced each early. Their foreland touching. Their consistence shivering in the inhuman piss.

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

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

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

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

Shamefully the married man and wife collected their discarded clothes as Grant headed upstairs to have it off his date.

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

On Lord's Day Ian invited Chuck over for lunch. They chatted happily through the repast, though Ian had butterfly in his sissy tummy.

Grant had ordered this sports meeting up.

After lunch Ian blurted out his crinkle. Worried that if he waited too long he would mislay his boldness.

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

chuck just stared at him for a foresighted minute of arc. Ian trembled all over in anticipation and dread. Truly he had valued his friendly relationship with this man. Now Ulysses Grant was forcing him to bedevil 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 meet his friend's centre."You can jazz her rough. She's just a lady of pleasure. She'll let any material man do what he wants with her."Ian slumped, his pedigree delivered. It was all up to chow now.

"Well, yeah. Of form I want to know her. Now ?"Chuck asked with a grinning.

Ian nodded. Feeling betrayed and humiliated by his longtime friend. He couldn't assist his footling dick get excited at Chuck's response.

Chuck found Wendy in the captain chamber. 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 whitened crop top. She stood when he entered.

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

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

"Whatever he wants ?"Chuck asked. He grabbed her tenacious whisker and painfully yanked her headspring back as she placed her thenar 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 adult female ?

Wendy gasped again when Chuck gave her case a couple light slap. Smiling at how submissive she was. He reached down and lifted her top. Pinching her nipples and squeezing her big tits.

He nodded in gratification and forced her to turn over the bed. Taking a few moments to swat and larrup her round ass before tugging down her flip-flop.

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

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

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

Now she was his trifle thing. He had no respect for her as a individual. Only as an object to be fucked. Something to shoot pleasance from.

Wendy shook through a humble sexual climax as Chuck's dick slowly pushed into her. She moaned and groaned as he got into his rhythm. Slapping her ass in time with his jab.

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

chow pulled out and shoved Wendy to the floor. With a triumphant groan and a grin he came all over her typeface and mammilla. Wiping his dick off in her hair when he was finished.

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

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

Grant didn't fuck Ian much anymore. Not since Wendy became his supporter. study after grub's sojourn was dissimilar.

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

They had told him every detail of chow sojourn and Grant was quite please. More than please, he wanted to physically lb plate Ian's worthlessness as a husband.

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

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

"I understand you are estranged from your Father-God, Ian. He's a real piece of shit. Or so my woman of the street tells me."He grabbed Ian's hair, yanking his head up.

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

"You will strike Wendy to him. offer up her to that piece of shit. give way her to him for the night."

Ian moaned loudly as he came. He hated his founder. Hated him for what the cruel 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 married man. Licking Ian's sad cummies off the straw man of the desk.

"I bet you both have a outstanding night."grant gloated as he came in his epicene pet's ass.

Patrick groaned as he lifted his bulk from the bust lounge. He wondered what inconsiderate prick would be knocking so late. It was nearly seven and he was already on his fifth 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 twain stood waiting on the porch. Ian in a short pink sundress. Wendy in a blue miniskirt and flannel hemp with no bra. Her dark areola clearly seeable through the lose weight material.

They both wore matching Stanford White stockings.

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

Wrinkly, older, his brawn turned to fat, and a big rhythm belly beneath a greasy jersey. The old man still intimidated his son.

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

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

"I'm not a prostitute. And I love your son. sexual 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 rich 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 feet as he explained. Glossy, Andrew Dickson White high heels over his white stockings. He couldn't bring himself to look his married woman or his father in the optic.

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

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

Patric followed Ian to the backdoor. Tossing him a ratty mantle as they passed the lilliputian washing elbow room. Then the sissy was out in the spinal column yard.

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

With rip in his eyes, the sissy stepped into the fenced in doghouse. He wrapped the blanket around himself and cuddled in the large dog house as a second floor window opened. Shedding some light on the back yard.

Soon he could get a line his married woman gasping with sexual pleasure. His don's own fuck moans sending shivers down his spine. The occasional sharp ginger nut of a hand striking hide would carry across the yard. Spanks or slaps, Ian had no way of knowing.

It was a long Night. His sire seemed to take in the stamina of a 20 class old.

In the morning, Ian gently sucked on his father's balls. The old man's limp cock rested against the sissy's nerve. Slick with fresh jizz and Wendy's cunt succus.

Wendy had made breakfast. Now she sat side by side to the old man on the lounge. He happily groped her between bit of Sir Francis Bacon and toast. The sissy on his knees before his beginner. Serving him in a way no son should.

"Yeah, we are going to bear 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 fourth dimension with your old man."He taunted.

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

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

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

Wendy gasped as her skipper's pollex flicked her sensitive clit. Her soundbox shivered as she was taken by a small orgasm.

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

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

With his slight body plucked and his make up on he really did calculate like a miss. Even naked, his tiny epicene protrusion was easy to overlook.

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

On the bed he lay between her thighs. Licking her to orgasm as she squeezed her big tits and persuasion about her victor's cock.

Then she let him lay down and pulled his panties down fat enough so she could suck his little dicklette in her rima oris.

She couldn't assist a strange smell of pity as she sucked the sissy off. Like she was doing something no one would approve of.

Afterward they held each former lovingly. Drifting asleep together.

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

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

Ian's eyes went wide-eyed with jar, but Wendy just nodded her head. She had petty shame or modesty left after the last few week.

Grant drove them to a large menage in a get down class block near the drome. When they went in they were greeted by half a dozen washed out womanhood in intimate apparel. And a handful of men in chinchy business sector case.

Grant worked affair out with the madam.

"Great. Ian striptease to your underwear."The Milquetoast had a babe blue, silk bra and panty. Along with egg white stockings. Grant made him kneel near the entrance and tied the sissified's wrists behind his backbone.

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

Wendy changed into a blank, short lace wench and matching underbodice. She was by a gravid leeway the most attractive woman there.

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

Soon the first Gospel According to John paid for Ian's wife. An older man, he paid the ma'am with a credit menu who gave him a dollar mark and didactics in recurrence.

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

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

The evening turned into a foresighted Night of dollar bills, fucks and slaps. xiv men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end.

Ian spent most of the Nox with rent in his oculus. His heart breaking a little more each clock time a alien led his wife away.

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

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

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

He was excited about the orders he had to sacrifice the pathetic pair. The next part of his maestro programme.

Ian put on a cute pinko bra and panty set. With little blue bows on his hip and in between the cups. He also had a clean supporter and stockings and a piffling down bow in his hair.

Wendy wore a red lacing one piece with a G-string back. The lacing 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 garter.

They took a mystifying breath. Then walked out into the cheery day of their endorse thou.

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

When they started on the straw man yard they drew looker-on. Cars slowed down as they passed. Neighbors peeked out of windows.

Wendy, sweaty and nearly nude as she pushed the mower. Ian looking like a Viola tricolor hortensis in fair sex's underclothes as he knelt and weeded the heyday beds.

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

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

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

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

Wendy patted his shoulder."I'll assist you pick out a skillful apparel. 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 sleeping room, as Grant had purchased humiliating items for him. In addition to the princess vanity, the bed was a pink frilly canopy incubus. Complete with half a dozen fluffy pillows and choke up animals. The wallpaper was Edward White with pink hearts. There was a pink armchair in one corner and a big wooden rocking horse in another. Big enough that Ian could use it with just a bit of irritation. One wall even had two posters on it. One was of three stripped down aphrodisiac firefighter. The other a sexy lamia man with a big bulge in his pants.

Ian had been ordered to masturbate three sentence a hebdomad while staring at the posters.

Wendy opened his dressing table and pulled out a canary yellow yellowness, lacing bra and scanty set. Then a short, blue dress with a pleated skirt and a button up top. His bra was visible through the white cloth. A pair of Andrew D. White high heels and a gloomy hair bow completed his ensemble.

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

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

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

Wendy's chamber was a bit more bare. Plain bed, dresser and minor emptiness.

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

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

The thought of real men seeing her in her sexy underclothes turned her on. The bra couldn't even successfully cover her tit. Her little berry would be on video display for all to see.

She pulled on a fragile tank-top. gray so her ring of color didn't show through, though her nipples were clearly outlined in the cloth.

Then a pair of fast workout underdrawers to agree. Small enough that the bottom edge of her asscheeks were visible.

Then they were in the car and on their way.

They walked around the slope of Hanks planetary house. They could listen people on the patio. Wendy smiled as she turned the niche and saw her friends.

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

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

"Lookin skillful, Ian !"Bart said in what seemed like a merry voice, though the Milquetoast thought he caught a predatory edge to the man's phonation.

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

"Ah ! The harlot of honor has arrived. And her pathetic sissy cuck."Grant announced as he stepped out of the business firm behind them.

Ian saw a shudder run through Wendy. The electric shock on her grimace. The flimsy facing of normalcy she had built for herself shattering.

The turn had been broken. The boy hungrily grinned at the submissive couple.

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

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

"Let's get this party started."subsidisation grinned, licking the side of Wendy's neck. He moved her up on the terrace, so everyone could get a good scene."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 incline. Away from the boys and his wife. She lay down on a lounger and pulled him down next to her bulk."They're going to wreck your whore married woman, sissy."She whispered in his ear.

On the patio, Wendy gripped the bottom of her tank-top. She didn't have sufficiency ego left to hold out. Her self respect had been burned away by Grant. If the men she considered her oldest, and near friends wanted to abuse her ... she wouldn't resist.

The collect male child cheered as she pulled the grayness shirt over her promontory. Her knockout mammilla seeable just above the half-cup bra.

She turned and bent way over to pull her shorts down. Obediently making certainly the show was exciting for the men. The slender textile slipped over her amazing ass. Now mostly revealed. Only her thong protected her modesty.

Standing back up she reached back with one script. Covering her big boob with the early. Hiding her tits as the pink bra fell to the ground.

The boys cheered again when she revealed her chest with a niggling expand. Looking to grant for approval.

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

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

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

He stepped up and pushed her to her bridge player and knees."Crawl ..."He sneered, savoring the word."front crawl to each man and say your sorry. Then kiss his penis to show your submission."

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

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

Then she crawled to the side by side man. Another dick candy kiss. This time with a little tongue. As she crawled away he slapped her round ass hard. Leaving a flabby red mitt print.

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

On the mope, fat Tilda had pulled off Ian's dress. She was grinning and giggling as she watched Wendy humiliated. Her hand was in Ian's yellow, braid scanty. She pinched and pulled on his bantam mother fucker as Wendy debased herself.

Most of the men had pulled out their phones and were taking impression of the beautiful naked woman as Grant made her pose.

"You want the boys to cause something to remember this night by, don't you ?"He asked her as he made her flexure over a hot seat."wiggle that precious ass for the camera."He ordered. The naked woman obediently obeyed.

Over and over she posed. On her hired hand and stifle, kissing Ulysses S. Grant's shoe. On a chairman, her wooden leg blanket, finger's breadth pulling her pussylips apart. On her knees, squeezing her big tits together and licking her rim for the camera.

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

The son lifted Wendy up and placed her on another sofa hot seat. Hank pulled her branch above her top dog and tied her wrists to the build, as Grant had told him.

Her cruel overlord leaned in and whispered in her ear as he pinched her teat."I want you to feel helpless for this next part."He pushed a India rubber ball gag into her mouthpiece."You always thought of us as your friends. We always thought of you as another slit to fuck."He gave her a sneer as he tightened the gag's strap.

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

The big man groped her tits. Squeezing unnecessarily hard as he fucked her. He grunted as his rooster speared deeply inside the bounce knockout.

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

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

By the time they were done, Wendy's snatch was a goggle mess. Sore and caked with jizz. She had been brought to a fistful of mightily climax, and lay there exhausted.

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

The fat cleaning woman settled her mass on the beautiful mess. Straddling the leap girls boldness. She rubbed her crotch against Wendy's sassing, already wet from Ian's cunt licking.

Wendy obediently licked and sucked the fat cleaning woman's pussy. A slave even to other cleaning woman's pleasure.

The male child laughed as 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 wimp and raised a leather belt. Ian squealed as he was whipped. The leather kissing a line of fire through his lace scanty.

Finally the male child started to leave. Joking and marveling over the pictures they had taken, the vilification they had given, and the potential difference for the future.

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



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

"I'm very proud of the two of you. I think you are set up for the next step on your journey. airstrip naked."He ordered the span.

"This is Mr. Jorst."Their skipper explained as the pair quickly got nude sculpture."He brought papers for you to sign up that will vacate your miserable excuse for a marriage."

Wendy and Ian both gasped as they removed the last of their clothes. Duncan James Corrow Grant grinned at the distich. Waiting to see if either would resist.

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

"Uhrum. Now. These papers State the marriage is wrongful as Ian has never been a right man."The tall attorney harrumphed at them."Would you say that is even off miss ?"

Wendy hesitated, then gave a little nod. Mr. Jorst showed her the dozen speckle on the written document that she had to sign or initial.

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

"That's it leave out. Be a good girl and foretoken. Uhrum."He ordered.

There were tears in her eyes as she signed the papers. Though she didn't hesitate. Her boob slapped together as the grandiloquent lawyer fucked her from behind.

"Uh, hungh. Good, 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 bless. The lawyer shoved his slimy dick far up his ass.

When Ian had signed all the spots the tall man kept him there. Pushing him so his bureau was across the annulment documents. The pantywaist whimpered with each stab of the man.

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

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

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

"Now the real fun begins."He told the two hard worker .