Wendy wore the shortest skirt she owned. A blue, pleated thing that stopped a few inches short of her genu. Underneath she wore red lace panty Ian had bought her for valentines a duad years ago, and never wore again.

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

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

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

"It ... this will be ok."Her hubby tried to assure her. Placing his hand on her shoulder joint. He had driven wearing nothing but a couple of Negro boxers. He hated to admit to himself that it felt weird to weary men's underwear instead of step-in.

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

Grant smirked when he answered his figurehead room access."My two whores."He pulled Wendy into a kiss right wing there in straw man of the neighborhood. His hand slipping up the back of her skirt and squeezing her turn ass.

Duncan James Corrow Grant finally ushered them in."Be a undecomposed little beta and tender her to me."He ordered.

"I ... uh ... Grant, would you ... would you like to have it away my wife ?"Ian stumbled through lyric he never thought he would say.

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

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

"Much better."Grant grinned, pulling Wendy close."Hear that ? Your silly husband freely gives you to me."His handwriting 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 calculate down at his feet pathetically as his married woman was molested in presence of him.

Soon grant had pulled both her tits out. One arm around her waist, he lifted her skirt up and shoved his paw into her lacing panties.

"You need to trim this, slut. A proper woman of the street has a cunt as smooth as silk."Duncan Grant tugged painfully at her curly brown pubic hairs.

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

She let out a long moan as his big dick entered her. She hated to include that it really was so much more satisfying than her husband's. It seemed to refer her everywhere inside. Pleasure everything.

Ian put his work force behind his rachis as his married woman was fucked. His diminutive pud getting corpse in his boxers.

President Grant happily slapped Wendy's ass in time with his thrusts. Slowly turning her pale ass pink, then red.

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

Wendy moaned as Ian's spit 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 twat on her sissy married man's fount as she gasped her pleasure.

When his two favourite had finished Duncan James Corrow Grant had them strip. Then he handed Wendy a strap-on with a big contraband dildo.

"Now you take another whole step in learning your proper blank space. Your husband is so misfortunate, even his own married woman is going to fuck him up the ass."The cruel boss chuckled as the beautiful woman pulled on the bang tool.

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

Grant handed the fair sex some lube. 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 script reaching around to play with her big tits.

"Ian ... you're ... you're not really a husband. I've just been pity piece of tail you because you're so wretched. You couldn't satisfy me like subsidisation can. This shtup should aid you clear you aren't a man in this relationship."Wendy had tears in her heart as she started to push the headland of the dildo into her husband's ass.

She felt painful. Like she was betraying their vows. Their dearest.

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

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

Wendy's big pap jiggled with her thrusting. She winced every time she shoved the dildo into her hubby's ass. His irritating, girly whines like pincer on her soul.

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

Grant took their apparel and threw them out his front threshold.

"prison term for my whores to impart. Buy some sexier apparel and shave that forest."He ordered them pushing the couple out the door. Naked and soiled.

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

"I ... I'm so drear 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 got you master 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 closet. They started with Wendy. She picked out some shirts and skirts that were Thomas More risqué than common. Then she picked out a gang of intimate apparel. Silk and lacing. thong and nighties.

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

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

Wendy spread her peg wide. She thought of Ulysses S. Grant as her finger's breadth dipped into her honey pot. She should have been buying these aphrodisiacal clothes for her husband. To please him.

Instead they were for Hiram Ulysses Grant. iniquity grant and his big shaft. She bit her clenched fist and shuddered through a small orgasm.

Her Milquetoast husband waited patiently on the other side of the changing way room access.

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

Ian blushed every time he stepped out of the binding room to show off. His midget pud hard with excitement.

Wendy was horrified to receive part of her enjoyed treating him like this. horrified and aroused. The wholly risque afternoon was turning her on. Her hubby 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.

"looking like soul ilk dressing like a girl."She said, stepping close and reaching under the short bird he was showing off. Her finger found his hard prick. She tugged him as he licked his lower lip in excitement."Ok, back in there you pathetic sissy."

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

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

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

After dinner they made get it on long into the night. Fully aware that assignment would continue to deprave their family relationship. Their sexuality.

"Please, Amy. I'm just a worthless whore. My piteous, sissy hubby motive to learn his topographic point. I want you to do whatever you want with him."Wendy was on her knees before Ian's ugly fat workfellow.

Both she and Ian were stripped down to their lingerie. It was Mon first light and she had dropped her married man off. Ian wasn't allowed to drive any Thomas More.

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

"Ha ! What a dumb cunt."Amy said. She reached down and slapped Wendy across the face. Causing the submissive girl to pant with shock and a unusual upheaval."Sure, I'll teach your worthless, puss, economise a thing or two."

The fat cleaning lady grabbed Ian's whisker and painfully pulled his face to her crotch as she sat down. The sissy obediently tugged down the big char's jean as Grant pulled Wendy to the door.

The brunette couldn't take her eyes off her husband until the room access closed behind them. Her conclusion glance was of Ian drubbing and kissing the fat fair sex's thigh. A tender act that used to be reserved for her alone.

But then, so was what she was doing for Grant. import later she straddled his bare lap. Her panties on the floor. Grinding her pussy against his big, laborious, dick. She couldn't blockage shivering as his piece of tail rod caressed her newly bald cunny. She felt strangely vulnerable, sensitive.

He was sucking then biting her hard mamilla. Savoring her submission to his every whimsey.

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

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

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

Wendy gasped loudly as he finally shoved his putz trench in her. She rubbed her big tits against his case.

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

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

She picked out a short circuit, tube garb for her cissy husband. Shiny silver and it didn't quite cover his ass. He was continuously tugging it down.

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

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

Her teat 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 bread and butter. She needed to use special tape to attain sure her mamilla stayed covered.

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

She also wore fishnets. They matched her married man's. Something about that comforted her. An liaison they could parcel.

Wendy figured they would require to find mode to ploughshare that intimacy. It was obvious that Duncan James Corrow Grant intended to strip away the James Bond that nearly span took for granted.

They both had contraband, heights heels. Stilettos. Neither were passing comfortable walking in them. Ian was just barely used to regular in high spirits 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 fair sex staring back at her. Her long browned hair was now up and she looked like a working girl who was trying to move upscale.

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

She nodded a bit sadly. What were they becoming ?

Wendy and Ian blushed as they stepped on the bus. They got a lot of stares. And no small quantity of lustful smiling. Wendy couldn't help shivering with exhilaration. Somehow what she was wearing was even more mortifying than if she had boarded the bus fully nude statue. She kept reaching up to stop her monster tits from wobbling. Which merely drew more aid to the big pendulous globe.

They met a beaming assignment just outside the fancy restaurant."Excellent. You both look like complete whores."He said as he pulled Wendy in for a candy kiss. Squeezing her rhythm prat under her shortsighted skirt.

Wendy shivered as they walked into the restaurant. well dressed men and cleaning lady sat eating and chatting at board. When they looked at her it was with obvious disdain. Like she was worthless. toilet trash to be used then tossed away.

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

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

After the meal, Duncan Grant took them back to the kitchen. He had made arrangements ahead of time. Otherwise they wouldn't have been allowed in the restaurant in the first home.

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

The couple simply mumbled ‘ yes sir'and lifted their short-circuit dame. Cooks and busboys grinned as they looked at Wendy's shaved twat. Then a humble cheer went up as she started to finger herself. Ian pulling on his midget jut succeeding to her.

Wendy made eye contact with each man. Knowing that if any asked she would willingly bed them in front 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 threshold closed on them.

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

Wendy had been ordered to wear out or keeping wearing apparel to work by her captain. After the Monday dark dinner party she had short choice but give in.

Wednesday she found herself stepping into an crucial client meeting. Wearing a blouse that exposed an indecent amount of her monolithic segmentation. As well as a doll that was immodestly short and slit up one slope, showing off the top of her stocking.

Her partner in the meeting was Bev. An older charwoman who Wendy had beaten out for a promotion almost a class ago. They had been piercingly contender before that. Now they were alive adversary. The older char took every opportunity to subvert Wendy's workplace.

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

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

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

The clients certainly seemed to think so.

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

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

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

Bev grinned. She could sense some sort of change in the younger fair sex. It was obvious she could work 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 bout ass nearly exposed by her shortsighted bird as she bent over the mesa.

Bev felt an amazing sense of power and exhilaration as she swatted the untried char'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 charwoman'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 reverse landed on her rear.

"You have everyone fooled, but not me."Bev said as she lifted Wendy's skirt up past her round of drinks ass. Revealing two beautiful pale ball hugging a silk thong."What a whore. You're just a prevarication, manipulative squawk. Probably slept your way to your position. Didn't you !"The older woman continued to emphasize her words with sharp slaps on Wendy's now bare asscheeks.

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

Of course, where she was, was bent over a table getting spanked by a workfellow.

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 closed oculus when she admitted,"I'm a pure working girl, and don't deserve my job."

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

grant was slowly and successfully dehumanizing the young mates. Ian was further along than Wendy. Things like wearing womanhood's clothes all the time and not being allowed to drive, constantly ground away at his ego.

Wendy was quickly catching up. Complaints about her attire had been made at study. Yet she continued to preen like a whore. She was trusted to lose her job soon.

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

The commencement ... Quiet Time. Between four and nine in the eve, on weekdays, she was to wear some chassis of ball gag.

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

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

The instant private humiliation ... T-mail. Before she could admit the gag out she had to undress, alone in her room. Then she had to run a flight strip of epithelial duct tape from the top of her bald pubic knoll, down to cover her strip cunny. Then a spell each across her big boob. Making indisputable to overcompensate her teat.

At her leisure she was to pull the tape off. Fast or slacken, was her option. number one her breasts. Then her cunt. Always leaving her skin raw and burning.

The tape measure across her genital organ was then to be mailed to subsidisation.

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

The third chagrin was that they were to keep back tell elbow room. The master sleeping room was to go to their master. During the week they had to sleep alone in their own rooms. Their house was just big enough, after converting Wendy's post.

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

Also Wendy was no longer to manipulate at menage. Ian was told to do that. He had a pinko apron with Patrick White frilly edging. And the parole ‘ the dutiful wife loves to dish up'printed on it.

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

It was Friday afternoon. Wendy had stopped by to peck up her sissy husband from piece of work. Earlier she had been given a final stage word of advice at body of work for garb codification trespass.

Grant had quickly fucked her over his desk. pressing her big tits and her buttock against the hard woodwind as he thrust into her. Then he took his bare deary to the breakroom.

There he led them to a metal skillet on the counter. Set on a big hot plate 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 horror."They are unneeded reminders of vows that no longer hold to you."

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

Wendy rubbed hers for a minute. It's weight unit had been a constant reminder of their passion. A proof of their enduring partnership.

Her eyes filled with tears as her anchor ring ‘ clunked !'side by side to Ian's quickly melting Au.

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

Wendy packed up her authority. crying in her middle and a heavy weight in her chest.

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

Grant had refused. He had this planned and had told her ahead of prison term that all she could do was follow to him when it happened.

things got unfit when Bev came in to gloat."Finally got what you merit ? Good riddance, you trash."The honest-to-goodness cleaning lady grinned with her arms crossed, holding a report sack.

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

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

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

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

Instead she had to watch Bev's grinning get wider as her apparel slowly fell to the floor.

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

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

The older woman poured it all over Wendy's organic structure. Mostly from the cervix down. Tears filled Wendy's centre as the sticky ooze began to compensate her beautiful body.

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

Bev chuckled, relishing her top executive over the submissive bitch. She used her bare hands to overspread the honey all over. Taking her time rubbing it on Wendy's behemoth bag.

A shiver of excitement ran through the older woman as her fingers massaged down between the beautiful brunette's thighs. She ignored her extraordinary lust as she groped another womanhood's sex. Smearing the dearest all over Wendy's cunt.

Then she pulled out a bag of feathers.

"This is just a monitor of your shoes in the world."Bev said as she pressed the feathering all over Wendy's glutinous body. Making certain to cover the girl's pillowy breasts. And taking an duplicate declamatory handful and mashing it forcefully against Wendy's cunny.

Then she made the young woman get dressed over her dear and feathers. She actually helped the humiliated girl stopping point packing. Then escorted her all the way out to her car. past tense snickering, one-time co-worker. Giving her a jaunty Wave and smile as she drove off.

The feathering were testy under her apparel, and subsidization laughed when he saw them.

She had hurried retiring Ian's desk outside. Grant's door was slammed in the sissy's brass, though he could separate his married woman was disturbed. He wasn't allowed to soothe her. His heart breakage just a little as he sat down. His finger's breadth rubbing where his mob had been.

Grant made Wendy strip, then kneel under his desk. She spent the rest of the day there. Sucking and licking her master copy's dick. Feeling begrime and clog covered in the sticky honey and scratchy feathers.

That's where she spent the rest of the workweek. There or on President Grant's government agency couch typing up notes on a laptop.

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

Ian gave the swart client a doubtful grin as he took the man's empty cup. subsidisation had left him waiting in receipt while he finished a call.

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

Ian could just barely see his wife as the door opened. She was au naturel and bent over Ulysses S. Grant 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 sharp CRACK ! of the belt through the door. His wife's desperate vociferation over and over in response as she was abused.

Unbidden, his tiny epicene protrusion got hard.

This was the way it should be. Him, alone and humiliated in fair sex'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 spend a penny ship's boat, normal love.

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

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

Ian stood and crossed to the chest. His lilliputian penis was already twitching from his wife's humiliating Christian Bible.

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

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

When he moved back to the bed Wendy pushed him to his back and straddled his crotch. Moaning as she slid his short prick into her wet fix.

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

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

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

Ian had a number in the morning. One Ulysses Grant designed to be degrading. To constantly cue him of his place.

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

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

Then he went back upstair where he had to contract a bubble bath. ‘ Pink Dreams'was his mark. Ian would be thrifty to shave off any offending hairs on his sissy body.

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

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

The makeup table is something Ulysses Simpson 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 plenty of drawers. It had a matching chair with a fondness back, and ping upholstered seat. Also with frill.

Ian would take ten or 15 minutes getting his war paint right.

Then he would draw on a dress or a wench and blouse. He would get in the car on the passenger English and his wife would drive them to make for.

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

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

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

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

Ian knelt on the floor in straw man. He wore a pink lacing bra and matching scanty. He held Ian's right-hand base by the ankle and heel.

Slowly the sissy licked his boss's fundament. His lingua would displace up one side. He would snog, ten suck a toe. Then he would figure out back down.

subsidisation loved the way the sissified's tongue felt on his groundwork. Not quite tickling. Just a conciliate pleasance. On top of the blowjob, he could feel his climax 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 storey side by side to her husband. Obediently she picked up his left foot. She looked up at him and met Cary Grant eyes. Looking humiliated as she sucked his big toe in her mouth.

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

The submissive couple continued to take up and buss their captain's feet. Humiliated, but obedient on the floor before him.

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

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

Finally Wendy. Dressed slutty and hot. She sat at the bar and scoped the place out. She was to pick the ugliest guy. Someone who would normally be going home alone. At some point she would ask round him back to the alley and give him a blowjob.

Ian would have to sneak back to watch.

She got a couple drink in her. Openly flirting with a couple hombre. Then Ian watched as she walkt over to a fat 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 G. Stanley Hall and out of sight. A moment later Ian got up to take after.

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

"Excited to watch your married woman with another man ?"The improbable man stepped forward with each watchword. Forcing the sissy back by his mere presence. Down the Asaph Hall. Past the bathrooms. Into a small-scale repositing way.

The old man swiftly grabbed Ian's haircloth with one hand, and shoved his other down the submissive man's drop-off.

"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 sissy's face stung as he was pushed to his knees. The old man quickly pulled out his long dick. Tapping it against Ian's face."spring us a just sucking, boy."The old man said.

Ian looked up from his kneeling situation, at the man's grinning face. Then he submissively nodded. He took as practically of the strange man's dick in his mouth as he could.

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

She pleasured a terminated stranger as if her wedding vows meant nothing. She had just walked up to him and asked, ‘ want me to fellate your dick in the alley ?'like a common whore.

Because that's what she was.

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

She could feel her top snag as he yanked it open to paw at her tit. Roughly mauling her titan teat once he set them free.

Wendy moaned with painfulness and lust.

Inside the old man chuckled each prison term 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 his head and was roughly face fucking the crybaby. Ian had tear in his middle from the crude treatment.

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

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

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

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

The man walked out as Ian gulped down his jizz.

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

Later Grant's date laughed at the pathetic couplet. Wendy and Ian were naked. On their knees in Grant's back yard. Their asses were in the air and cheeks pressed to the mud as the blond sprayed them with chili water from the hosiery.

The loving yoke faced each early. Their heads touching. Their bodies shivering in the cold water.

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

Ulysses Grant had found it hilarious that Ian sucked off the old man. Now he was letting his day of the month abuse them as a shape 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.

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

Shamefully the husband and wife collected their discarded clothes as Grant headed upstairs to fuck his particular date.

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

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

subsidisation had ordered this meet up.

After lunch Ian blurted out his descent. Worried that if he waited too longsighted he would drop off his nerve.

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

eats just stared at him for a farseeing moment. Ian trembled all over in anticipation and apprehension. Truly he had valued his friendly relationship with this man. Now Grant was forcing him to discombobulate it away. There would be no going back to pattern after this. No matter what Chuck decided.

"Wendy ? You want me to sleep together your married woman Wendy ?"He asked.

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

"Well, yeah. Of course I want to make love her. Now ?"Chuck asked with a grin.

Ian nodded. Feeling betrayed and humiliated by his longtime friend. He couldn't help his little dick get excited at chow's resolution.

Chuck found Wendy in the maestro sleeping accommodation. He didn't know that it wasn't really theirs anymore. She sat on the edge of the bed in a red lacing thong and veer bloodless harvest 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 real man can do whatever he wants to me."She answered, moving close to her husband's friend.

"Whatever he wants ?"Chuck asked. He grabbed her long hair and painfully yanked her heading back as she placed her palm tree on his pectus.

"Anything."Wendy gasped.

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

Wendy gasped again when chuck gave her look a couplet calorie-free smack. Smiling at how submissive she was. He reached down and lifted her top. Pinching her nipple and squeezing her big tits.

He nodded in gratification and forced her to bend over the bed. Taking a few minute to swat and paddle her round ass before tugging down her G-string.

"Tell me you want my cock."He ordered. Rubbing her wet cunny. His finger 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 lecherousness 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 luxuria in his centre ?

Now she was his fiddle thing. He had no respect for her as a person. Only as an object to be fucked. Something to guide pleasure from.

Wendy shook through a small coming as grub's peter slowly pushed into her. She moaned and groaned as he got into his rhythm. Slapping her ass in time with his push.

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 appropriate.

Chuck pulled out and shoved Wendy to the floor. With a triumphant groan and a grinning he came all over her face and titmouse. Wiping his cock off in her hair when he was finished.

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

Though perhaps he would be back to roll in the hay the big titted slattern. He would retrieve about it anyway.

Grant didn't make love Ian much anymore. Not since Wendy became his helper. study after chow's visit was different.

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 visit and subsidisation was quite pleased. More than pleased, he wanted to physically pound sterling place Ian's worthlessness as a husband.

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

Wendy could only see with pity as her epicene husband was fucked deep in the ass. She knelt passively on the floor. Waiting her bit.

"I understand you are estranged from your father, Ian. He's a real composition of shit. Or so my whore William Tell me."He grabbed Ian's hair, yanking his headway up.

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

"You will take Wendy to him. Offer her to that piece of shit. commit her to him for the night."

Ian moaned loudly as he came. He hated his founding father. Hated him for what the cruel man did to him and his female parent 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 forepart of the desk.

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

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

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

The couple stood waiting on the porch. Ian in a short garden pink sundress. Wendy in a depressed miniskirt and white haltere with no bra. Her drear ring of color clearly visible through the thin material.

They both wore matching White person stockings.

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

Wrinkly, previous, his muscle turned to fat, and a big bout belly beneath a greasy T-shirt. The old man still intimidated his son.

"Huh. If it ain't my trivial faggot. 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 shaver again ?

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

"I'm not a working girl. And I love your son. love life 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 sissy 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 substructure as he explained. Glossy, whiteness richly heels over his ovalbumin stockings. He couldn't bring himself to bet his wife or his founder in the middle.

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 white meat fully bared to him."Nice tits."He told her as he gave them a firm squeeze."Yeah, ok. I'll bonk your whore wife, you little shit."

Patric pulled the brunette into a finale embrace."There's an old dog house out back. snaffle a blanket and go sleep out there. While I rock this bitch's world."

Patric followed Ian to the back door. Tossing him a ratty blanket as they passed the little laundry room. Then the sissy was out in the game yard.

"Let's get something straight ..."Ian could pick up the old prick slap his married woman as the door closed.

With snag in his eyes, the Milquetoast stepped into the fenced in kennel. He wrapped the blanket around himself and cuddled in the large dog house as a second story window opened. Shedding some light on the back 1000.

Soon he could learn his wife gasping with sexual delight. His father's own fuck moans sending chill down his spine. The occasional penetrating snap of a handwriting striking hide would behave across the yard. Spanks or slaps, Ian had no way of knowing.

It was a farseeing night. His Fatherhood seemed to feature the stamen of a twenty dollar bill year old.

In the break of the day, Ian gently sucked on his father's globe. The old man's limp turncock rested against the sissy's face. Slick with unfermented jizz and Wendy's cunt juice.

Wendy had made breakfast. Now she sat next to the old man on the couch. He happily groped her between bit of bacon and toast. The sissy on his knee before his father. Serving him in a way no son should.

"Yeah, we are going to accept to get together like this more often, pussy."The old man chuckled above his son.

Ulysses Grant smirked down at his pet."Sounds like you both had a heavy time with your old man."He taunted.

Wendy was laying across her master's lap. Nude except for a dark garter and stockings. And her in high spirits cad. Her ass was red and throbbing from a spanking. She moaned quietly as concession fucked her with two fingers.

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

"Saturday night I have a really fun programme for the two of you. have trusted you take additional attention getting ready before you come over.

Wendy gasped as her master's pollex flicked her raw clit. Her consistence shivered as she was taken by a small coming.

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

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

With his flimsy body plucked and his make up on he really did look like a missy. Even naked, his midget emasculate excrescence was promiscuous to look out on.

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

On the bed he lay between her second joint. Licking her to orgasm as she squeezed her big nipple and cerebration about her master's cock.

Then she let him lay down and pulled his step-in down fat enough so she could imbibe his niggling dicklette in her backtalk.

She couldn't help a unusual notion of shame as she sucked the sissy off. Like she was doing something no one would O.K. of.

Afterward they held each other lovingly. Drifting asleep together.

They were both dressed in cute grey cocktail dress. short and a bit unbecoming, though neutral for nearly of the activities their master had called upon them to do.

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

Ian's heart went spacious with jar, but Wendy just nodded her headway. She had little shame or modesty left after the last few week.

Grant drove them to a expectant theatre in a lower course block near the airport. When they went in they were greeted by half a 12 washed out women in intimate apparel. And a handful of men in bum business suits.

Grant worked things out with the madam.

"Great. Ian funnies to your underwear."The sissy had a baby blue, silk bra and step-in. Along with white stockings. subsidisation made him kneel near the incoming and tied the effeminate's wrists behind his back.

He wrote ‘ PLEASE, FUCK MY WHORE WIFE. $ 50'on Ian's stomach in hot pink lipstick.

Wendy changed into a snowy, little lace annulus and matching camisole. She was by a vauntingly margin the most attractive woman there.

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

Soon the first John paid for Ian's wife. An honest-to-god man, he paid the dame with a credit notice who gave him a dollar and teaching in comeback.

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

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

The evening turned into a long nighttime of dollar bills, fucks and smacking. xiv men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end.

Ian spent nearly of the Nox with rip in his eyes. His heart breaking a little more each time a alien led his wife away.

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

When they got home early in the morning they both slept in their own sleeping room.

William Ashley Sunday started with a margin call from grant. The smug man asked how they enjoyed their first gear foray into being whore. Then moved on without waiting for an solution.

He was excited about the fiat he had to kick in the pathetic couple. The succeeding part of his master plan.

Ian put on a cunning garden pink bra and pantie set. With petty drab bows on his pelvis and in between the loving cup. He also had a white-hot supporter and stockings and a piddling blue bow in his haircloth.

Wendy wore a red lace one piece with a G-string back. The lace was sheer enough that her breasts were clearly visible. As was the fact that her pussy was bald.

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

They took a deep breathing time. Then walked out into the cheery day of their rearward chiliad.

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

When they started on the front man yard they drew onlooker. railcar slowed down as they passed. Neighbors peeked out of windows.

Wendy, sweaty and nearly nude as she pushed the lawn mower. Ian looking like a pansy in charwoman's underwear as he knelt and weeded the flower layer.

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

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

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

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

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

Wendy led him to his room. Now fully decked out like a teen miss's bedroom, as Grant had purchased humiliating items for him. In addition to the princess toilet table, the bed was a garden pink frilly canopy nightmare. Complete with half a dozen fluffy pillows and engorge beast. The wallpaper was white with pink marrow. There was a pink armchair in one niche 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 posting on it. One was of three stripped down aphrodisiacal firemen. The early a aphrodisiac vampire man with a big bulge in his pants.

Ian had been ordered to masturbate three meter a week while staring at the posting.

Wendy opened his dresser and pulled out a canary yellow, lace bra and step-in set. Then a light, grim attire with a pleated skirt and a release up top. His bra was visible through the white cloth. A pair of clean gamy heel and a blue fuzz bow completed his tout ensemble.

"No stockings ?"He asked a niggling 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 brass.

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

Wendy's bedroom was a bit more perfect. Plain bed, dresser and humble vanity.

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

She pulled out a pink silk flip-flop and matching half cup bra. Wondering if they would play any of those stripping games. Usually she was only willing when she was wino. Tonight though ...

The thought of real men seeing her in her aphrodisiac underwear turned her on. The bra couldn't even successfully embrace her mammilla. Her footling Charles Edward Berry would be on display for all to see.

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

Then a pair of taut workout short to match. 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 side of Tom Hanks house. They could hear hoi polloi on the patio. Wendy smiled as she turned the street corner and saw her booster.

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

Then he noticed the sole early wife was Tilda. The chubby blonde.

"Lookin unspoilt, Ian !"Bart said in what seemed like a jovial vox, though the pansy thought he caught a predatory boundary to the man's phonation.

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

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

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

The spell had been broken. The boys hungrily grinned at the submissive couple.

Grant stepped close and put an arm around Wendy's shank. He could palpate the beautiful adult female 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 mammilla with his free hired man. Squeezing them in front of the gang. Savoring the soften feel of despair on her beautiful face."I've told them all about your new position in my company."

"Yeah, on your stifle, adulteress !"Tilda called out. Wendy shuddered at the maliciousness in the chubby woman's vox.

"Let's get this party started."Grant grinned, licking the slope of Wendy's neck. He moved her up on the patio, so everyone could get a good sentiment."Now show the boy 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 son and his wife. She lay down on a recliner and pulled him down next to her bulk."They're going to wreck your woman of the street wife, sissy."She whispered in his ear.

On the patio, Wendy gripped the posterior of her tank-top. She didn't have enough ego left to dissent. Her ego deference had been burned away by Hiram Ulysses Grant. If the men she considered her oldest, and honorable protagonist wanted to abuse her ... she wouldn't resist.

The pile up boys cheered as she pulled the Grey shirt over her head. Her hard mammilla visible just above the half-cup bra.

She turned and bent way over to pull her short down. Obediently making sure the show was exciting for the men. The reduce 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 boob with the other. Hiding her boob as the pink bra fell to the basis.

The boy cheered again when she revealed her breasts with a small boom. Looking to Grant for blessing.

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

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

"I think the boys deserve an excuse 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 hands and articulatio genus."creep ..."He sneered, savoring the word."Crawl to each man and say your sorry. Then osculate his penis to demonstrate your submission."

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

"holy place fucking !"Ben gasped as she gave his cock a long osculation.

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

So did the succeeding man, and the next. Wendy crawled to each of her supporter. Kissing dick and getting spanked. Decisively showing everyone, including herself what her new character in the chemical group was.

On the reclining chair, fat Tilda had pulled off Ian's frock. She was grinning and giggling as she watched Wendy humiliated. Her hand was in Ian's icteric, lace scanty. She pinched and pulled on his lilliputian prick as Wendy debased herself.

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

"You want the male child to give birth something to recollect this night by, don't you ?"He asked her as he made her twist over a chair."Wiggle that precious ass for the camera."He ordered. The naked woman obediently obeyed.

Over and over she posed. On her hands and knees, kissing Grant's shoe. On a death chair, her peg wide, finger pulling her pussylips apart. On her human knee, squeezing her big tits together and licking her lips for the camera.

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

The son lifted Wendy up and placed her on another lounge chair. Hank pulled her arms above her head and tied her radiocarpal joint to the frame, as Hiram Ulysses Grant had told him.

Her cruel sea captain 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 rubber ballock gag into her backtalk."You always thought of us as your booster. We always thought of you as another cunt to fuck."He gave her a sneer as he tightened the gag's strap.

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

The big man groped her boob. Squeezing unnecessarily hard as he fucked her. He grunted as his turncock speared deep inside the bounds beauty.

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

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

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

"Ah, ah, ah ! Not clip to slumber yet, you stupid cum dumpster."Tilda stood naked and large above the bounds woman. She pulled the ballgag out of Wendy's mouthpiece."My turn."

The fat woman settled her bulk on the beautiful mess. Straddling the boundary girls case. She rubbed her crotch against Wendy's lips, already wet from Ian's puss licking.

Wendy obediently licked and sucked the fat adult female's pussy. A knuckle down even to other adult female's pleasure.

The boys laughed as Grant forced Ian to crawl between his married woman's legs. Submissively the milksop began to lap up the Alpha's cum.

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

Finally the male child started to leave alone. Joking and marveling over the pic they had taken, the insult they had given, and the potential for the future.

Soiled and used, Wendy and Ian made their way back to their car. Then back plate. They showered together and lay down in the master sleeping room. Snuggling each other to catch some Z's.



Monday subsidisation had his two pets in his place. A tall man with a slight mustache and an expensive suit sat on a chair in the turning point watching.

"I'm very gallant of the two of you. I think you are ready for the next measure on your journey. Strip naked."He ordered the twosome.

"This is Mr. Jorst."Their passe-partout explained as the pair quickly got nude."He brought papers for you to contract that will annul your hapless excuse for a marriage."

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

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

"Uhrum. Now. These papers State Department the marriage ceremony is wrongful as Ian has never been a proper man."The tall lawyer harrumphed at them."Would you say that is correct miss ?"

Wendy hesitated, then gave a thin nod. Mr. Jorst showed her the dozen office on the text file that she had to ratify 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 lean cock pushed easily into her pussy.

"That's it overlook. Be a expert girl and sign. Uhrum."He ordered.

There were tear in her oculus as she signed the newspaper publisher. Though she didn't hesitate. Her nipple slapped together as the tall lawyer fucked her from behind.

"Uh, hungh. near, good !"

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

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

When Ian had signed all the smear the tall man kept him there. Pushing him so his chest was across the annulment document. The sissy whimpered with each poke of the man.

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

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

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

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