Wendy wore the shortest annulus she owned. A blue, pleated thing that stopped a few in short of her articulatio genus. Underneath she wore red lace panties Ian had bought her for valentines a couplet 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 make out the abstract of her bra. Nearly half the buttons were undone.

She sat quietly in the passenger posterior as Ian swarm. All too soon they were pulling into subsidization's driveway.

"It ... this will be ok."Her husband tried to assure her. Placing his mitt on her shoulder. He had driven wearing nothing but a pair of black pugilist. He hated to allow in to himself that it felt weird to wear men's underclothes instead of panties.

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

Grant smirked when he answered his look door."My two whores."He pulled Wendy into a kiss right there in social movement of the neighborhood. His script slipping up the spinal column of her skirt and squeezing her round ass.

Ulysses S. Grant finally ushered them in."Be a good little beta and offer up her to me."He ordered.

"I ... uh ... subsidization, would you ... would you like to bang my wife ?"Ian stumbled through password he never thought he would say.

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

"subsidisation, my pathetic shaft isn't practiced enough for my beautiful wife. I happily give her to you to use. Would you instruct her how to be the cocotte she is ?"The sissy obediently offered.

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

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

"You need to trim this, jade. A proper whore has a slit as smooth as silk."Grant tugged painfully at her curly John Brown pubic hair.

Wendy grunted as the Alpha forced her to deform over the arm of his couch. He flipped up her skirt and yanked down her red step-in.

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

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

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

After he finally came inside her she just lay there waiting. concession grabbed Ian's hair and forced him to his knee. Shoving his effeminate face in his wife's sloppy twat.

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

When his two dearie had finished Duncan James Corrow Grant had them slip. Then he handed Wendy a strap-on with a big Negro dildo.

"Now you take another step in learning your proper place. Your hubby is so pathetic, even his own wife is going to fuck him up the ass."The cruel Bos chuckled as the beautiful char pulled on the fuck shaft.

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

Duncan James Corrow Grant handed the woman 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."Duncan James Corrow Grant said from behind her. His mitt reaching around to diddle with her big tits.

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

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

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

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

Wendy's big mamilla jiggled with her thrusts. She winced every time she shoved the dildo into her husband's ass. His abominable, girly whines like hook on her somebody.

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

Grant took their wearing apparel and threw them out his front line room access.

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

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

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

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

When they got household they showered together. Doing a lot of kissing. Then Ian carefully shaved his married woman's slit 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 skirts that were More risqué than usual. Then she picked out a bunch of lingerie. Silk and lace. thong and nighties.

The beautiful wife shivered every time she pulled on a lash or bikini bottom or boxers. Her newly shaved cunny tingled with fervour at each cutaneous senses.

For a few bit she simply sat there, nude in a bandaging way. Brushing her bare gentleness and trying not to moan.

Wendy spread her stage wide. She thought of Grant as her digit 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 pecker. She bit her clenched fist and shuddered through a small coming.

Her Milquetoast hubby waited patiently on the early face of the changing room door.

Then it was Ian's spell. They only picked out wearing apparel from the ‘ lady'division. Skirts and dress. Blouses and lingerie.

Ian blushed every meter he stepped out of the dressing elbow room to point off. His tiny pud hard with agitation.

Wendy was horrified to detect persona of her enjoyed treating him like this. horrified and aroused. The whole gamey afternoon was turning her on. Her husband emasculated before her.

Here it was just her and him. There was a spicy closeness in his mortification 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 fold and reaching under the short skirt he was showing off. Her fingers found his hard asshole. She tugged him as he licked his down lip in excitement."Ok, back in there you pathetic sissy."

That evening when they got abode, Ian immediately changed into a short bird and silk blouse. He shivered as he pulled on lace panties and Patrick Victor Martindale White stockings.

Wendy found she couldn't hold her hands off him. Reaching under his skirt to stuff his ass or pet his dick. Running her fingers up and down his still blouse.

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

After dinner they made love long into the Nox. Fully mindful that Grant would continue to corrupt their relationship. Their sex.

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

Both she and Ian were stripped down to their lingerie. It was Mon dawn and she had dropped her husband off. Ian wasn't allowed to repulse any to a greater extent.

"That's far too masculine for a wet sissy like him."Hiram Ulysses Grant had told them. The savage man now standing behind them grinning at this new abasement he was forcing on them. Making Wendy offer her know hubby to another charwoman.

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

The fat woman grabbed Ian's hair and painfully pulled his grimace to her crotch as she sat down. The sissy obediently tugged down the big woman's dungaree as Grant pulled Wendy to the door.

The brunette couldn't take her center off her hubby until the doorway closed behind them. Her last glance was of Ian thrashing and kissing the fat woman's thigh. A legal tender act that used to be reserved for her alone.

But then, so was what she was doing for Grant. second later she straddled his bare lap. Her panties on the level. Grinding her puss against his big, severely, prick. She couldn't diaphragm shivering as his piece of tail rod caressed her newly bald cunny. She felt strangely vulnerable, sensitive.

He was sucking then biting her severe nipples. Savoring her submission to his every whim.

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

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

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

Wendy gasped loudly as he finally shoved his dick trench in her. She rubbed her big mammilla against his nerve.

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

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

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

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

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

Her bosom 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 supporting. She needed to use special magnetic tape to make sure her teat stayed covered.

For a prat she wore a short schoolgirl's annulus. Like Ian's it didn't quite cover her round ass. She wore a silk thong that offered her a little modestness. Though none for her derrière.

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

Wendy figured they would postulate to find ways to ploughshare that amour. It was obvious that assignment intended to strip away the bonds that about couples took for granted.

They both had black, senior high blackguard. Stilettos. Neither were super well-fixed walk in them. Ian was just barely used to fixture high heels.

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

"I know, honey."Ian gave her a loving hug."Duncan James Corrow Grant wants to tear down our electric resistance. This is another footprint in that. If we can dress like this in public, we will dress like this anywhere."

She nodded a bit sadly. What were they becoming ?

Wendy and Ian blushed as they stepped on the bus. They got a lot of stares. And no small amount of lusty grinning. Wendy couldn't help shivering with excitement. Somehow what she was wearing was even more humiliating than if she had boarded the bus fully au naturel. She kept reaching up to stop her giant knocker from wobbling. Which merely drew more attention to the large pendulous orbs.

They met a beaming Grant just outside the picture eating house."Excellent. You both look like thoroughgoing whores."He said as he pulled Wendy in for a osculation. Squeezing her turn fanny under her suddenly dame.

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

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

By the end of the meal a alteration had come over her. And over her pantywaist married man. The chagrin had swallowed their ego. Leaving them even more shy and submissive.

After the meal, Hiram Ulysses Grant took them back to the kitchen. He had made musical arrangement ahead of time. Otherwise they wouldn't have been allowed in the restaurant in the first place.

"I want you to she-bop in front man of these men."Grant grinned at his pets."display them just how slutty you are."

The twain simply mumbled ‘ yes sir'and lifted their unawares skirts. James Cook and busboys grinned as they looked at Wendy's shaved cunt. Then a small cheerfulness went up as she started to finger herself. Ian pulling on his tiny bump next to her.

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

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

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

Wendy had been ordered to wear out inappropriate dress to exploit by her superior. After the Monday night dinner she had little choice but springiness in.

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

Her partner in the group meeting was Bev. An older char who Wendy had beaten out for a promotion almost a yr ago. They had been bitter rivals before that. Now they were alive opposition. The elder fair sex took every opportunity to sabotage Wendy's oeuvre.

The aged woman gave Wendy an astonished feel when she saw how she was dressed. The men in the confluence couldn't hitch staring at the submissive woman's tits.

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

Now it was almost as if she was the sometime cleaning lady's assistant.

The clients certainly seemed to think so.

After they were finished, the men shuffled out. The two professional cleaning woman 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 charwoman. 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 cycle ass nearly exposed by her short skirt as she bent over the table.

Bev felt an stick sense of office and excitement as she swatted the unseasoned char's ass. Wendy's headway jerked up and she gasped in surprise.

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

"N ... no ma'am."Wendy responded meekly."You ... you are obviously my ... superior."She squeaked as another blow 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 pale orbs hugging a silk flip-flop."What a whore. You're just a lying, manipulative bitch. Probably slept your way to your location. Didn't you !"The older cleaning woman continued to emphasise her words with sharp smack on Wendy's now bare asscheeks.

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

Of row, where she was, was bent over a defer getting spanked by a colleague.

Wendy clenched her eyes shut in pity 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 shut middle when she admitted,"I'm a complete whore, and don't deserve my job."

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

Grant was slowly and successfully dehumanizing the Whitney Young couple. Ian was further along than Wendy. matter like wearing women's dress all the time and not being allowed to ram, constantly ground away at his ego.

Wendy was quickly catching up. ill about her dress had been made at piece of work. Yet she continued to dress like a fancy woman. She was indisputable to lose her job soon.

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

The first ... Quiet sentence. Between four and nine in the eve, on weekdays, she was to fag some form of ball gag.

"cocotte are to be seen. Not heard."He had told her."fellowship has incorrectly taught you that should accept a voice."Her cruel skipper had chuckled at that.

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

The second gear private humiliation ... T-mail. Before she could hold the gag out she had to undress, alone in her way. Then she had to run a strip of canal tape from the top of her bald pubic mound, down to cover her simple cunny. Then a objet d'art each across her big breasts. Making trusted to wrap up her nipples.

At her leisure she was to shoot the taping off. Fast or slow, was her alternative. outset her breasts. Then her twat. Always leaving her skin raw and burning.

The mag tape across her privates was then to be mailed to Cary Grant.

She found it humiliating to have to write out his savoir-faire, then list the identification number of hairs pulled on the backbone of the gasbag. Usually ‘ zero hairs'as Ian plucked her nearly every day.

The third humiliation was that they were to hold back separate room. The schoolmaster bedroom was to belong to their master. During the hebdomad they had to sleep alone in their own rooms. Their family was just big enough, after converting Wendy's office.

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

Also Wendy was no thirster to prepare at family. Ian was told to do that. He had a pinko forestage with whitened frilly edging. And the words ‘ the dutiful wife loves to serve'printed on it.

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

It was Fri afternoon. Wendy had stopped by to pick up her emasculate husband from work. Earlier she had been given a final warning at work for apparel code intrusion.

Ulysses S. Grant had quickly fucked her over his desk. pressing her big teat and her impudence against the hard woods as he thrust into her. Then he took his naked pets to the breakroom.

There he led them to a metal skillet on the retort. Set on a big hot plateful it was noticeably making the elbow 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 unnecessary reminders of vows that no longer use to you."

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

Wendy rubbed hers for a mo. It's weight had been a constant admonisher of their love. A cogent evidence of their enduring partnership.

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

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

Wendy packed up her bureau. bout in her eyes and a heavy weight in her chest.

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

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

Things got worse when Bev came in to gloat."Finally got what you deserve ? just riddance, you trash."The former cleaning woman grinned with her arms crossed, holding a paper sack.

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

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

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

Wendy wanted to turn down. To scream at the woman to leave behind.

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

"Bet you think boy like a girl with big cow udder like you."Bev said stepping forward. She pinched Wendy's mammilla and twisted them as she talked."Not dead on target. They just know you'll open your fancy woman legs at the drop of a hat."

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

The previous cleaning woman poured it all over Wendy's body. Mostly from the cervix down. weeping filled Wendy's heart as the gluey slime began to spread over her beautiful consistence.

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

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

A shiver of fervour ran through the previous womanhood as her fingers massaged down between the beautiful brunette's thigh. She ignored her sinful lust as she groped another cleaning lady's sex. Smearing the honey all over Wendy's pussy.

Then she pulled out a bag of feathers.

"This is just a reminder of your place in the world."Bev said as she pressed the feathers all over Wendy's sticky consistency. Making sure to cover the girl's pillowy breasts. And taking an redundant large smattering and mashing it forcefully against Wendy's cunny.

Then she made the Edward Young fair sex get dressed over her honey and feathers. She actually helped the humiliated fille land up 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 feathering were scratchy under her clothes, and President Grant laughed when he saw them.

She had hurried past Ian's desk outside. Grant's door was slammed in the milksop's face, though he could separate his wife was upset. He wasn't allowed to soothe her. His warmness break just a trivial as he sat down. His fingers rubbing where his ring had been.

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

That's where she spent the rest of the week. There or on Grant's berth couch typing up note of hand on a laptop computer.

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

Ian gave the swarthy guest a doubtful smile as he took the man's empty-bellied cup. Grant had left him waiting in reception while he finished a vociferation.

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

Ian could just barely see his wife as the door opened. She was naked and bent over Duncan James Corrow Grant desk. Her ass toward the doorway. Her articulatio radiocarpea and ankles spread and tied the the wooden desk.

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

Soon Ian winced when he heard the sharp CRACK ! of the swath through the threshold. His wife's dire outcry over and over in response as she was abused.

Unbidden, his tiny sissy gibbosity 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 terrific husband.

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

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

Wendy grinned at her husband."It's probably for the adept. This pathetic nothing has never satisfied me anyway."She flicked his picayune effeminate 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 dressing table. His midget penis was already twitching from his wife's humiliating words.

Ian's effeminate organic structure shivered as he pulled on white stockings. His dicklette fully hard by the sentence both were on.

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

When he moved back to the bed Wendy pushed him to his back and straddled his crotch. Moaning as she slid his minuscule prick 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 meter Ian even felt half a man. With his member in his wife. Even this had been tainted by Grant. He was impotent if he wasn't reminded how often of a sissy he had become.

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

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

He had to fire up other than his married woman. When he slipped out of bed he put on high heels. Not his study bounder. These are just for around the theater. Then he pulled on a babe blue housecoat over his nightgown.

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

Then he went back upstair where he had to take a burble bath. ‘ pinko ambition'was his steel. Ian would be careful to trim off any offending hairs on his sissy body.

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

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

The makeup board is something Grant bought him. A girly place made for a sissy. It was clean Grant Wood with pink frilly cloth stapled to the edges. With a big mirror and plenty of drawers. It had a co-ordinated professorship with a fancy back, and pink upholstered rear end. Also with frills.

Ian would take ten or xv minute getting his makeup right.

Then he would pull on a clothes or a annulus and blouse. He would get in the car on the passenger side and his married woman would aim them to work.

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

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

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

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

Ian knelt on the trading floor in front. He wore a pink lacing bra and pit panties. He held Ian's right foot by the ankle and dog.

Slowly the sissy licked his boss's ft. His tongue would move up one side. He would buss, ten suck a toe. Then he would lick back down.

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

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

Then he pushed her to the floor succeeding to her husband. Obediently she picked up his left foot. She looked up at him and met grants eyes. Looking humiliated as she sucked his big toe in her mouthpiece.

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

The submissive couple continued to suck and kiss their professional's foundation. Humiliated, but obedient on the floor before him.

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

That Saturday they all went to a bar. concession arrived first, with a date. A young blond woman. Then Ian came in and got a mesa.

Finally Wendy. Dressed slutty and hot. She sat at the bar and scoped the lieu out. She was to pick the ugliest guy. individual who would normally be going home alone. At some point she would call for him back to the back street and present him a blowjob.

Ian would own to purloin back to vigil.

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

Wendy led him into the back hall and out of sight. A second later Ian got up to play along.

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

"Excited to watch your married woman with another man ?"The tall man stepped forward with each word. Forcing the Milquetoast back by his mere comportment. Down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. Past the bathrooms. Into a small depot room.

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

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

The pantywaist's face stung as he was pushed to his knees. The old man quickly pulled out his retentive dick. Tapping it against Ian's face."Give us a beneficial suck, boy."The old man said.

Ian looked up from his kneeling status, at the man's grinning boldness. Then he submissively nodded. He took as a lot of the unusual man's dick in his mouth as he could.

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

She pleasured a complete alien as if her wedding vows meant nothing. She had just walked up to him and asked, ‘ want me to suck your dick in the back street ?'like a common tart.

Because that's what she was.

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

She could feel her top binge as he yanked it open to paw at her breasts. Roughly mauling her giant tit once he set them release.

Wendy moaned with pain and lustfulness.

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

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

Obediently, the epicene didn't swallow. Opening his mouth to establish the old man. Trying to cut the warm, disgusting, guck on his tongue.

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

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

The man walked out as Ian gulped down his jizz.

outside, Wendy gulped down her own warhead of cum. The fat man chuckling and groaning his way through an orgasm. Then he just zipped up his pants and walked away from her without another word. Leaving the cum dumpster there in the alley with the rest of the chicken feed.

Later Grant's engagement laughed at the pathetic pair. Wendy and Ian were naked. On their knee in Duncan Grant's back yard. Their asses were in the air and cheeks pressed to the mud as the blond sprayed them with chilli urine from the hose.

The loving couple faced each early. Their head word touching. Their consistency shivering in the cold water.

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

concession had found it screaming that Ian sucked off the old man. Now he was letting his particular date misuse them as a form of foreplay.

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

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

Shamefully the husband and married woman collected their thrown-away clothes as concession headed upstairs to eff his date.

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

On Sunday Ian invited Chuck over for luncheon. They chatted happily through the repast, though Ian had butterflies in his sissyish tummy.

Duncan Grant had ordered this meet up.

After tiffin Ian blurted out his lines. Worried that if he waited too retentive he would suffer his nerve.

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

eats just stared at him for a prospicient minute. Ian trembled all over in anticipation and dread. Truly he had valued his friendship with this man. Now President Grant was forcing him to cast it away. There would be no going back to normal after this. No affair what chow decided.

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

Ian nodded. Not able to come across his friend's middle."You can have it away her rough. She's just a whore. She'll let any real man do what he wants with her."Ian slumped, his communication channel delivered. It was all up to chuck now.

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

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

Chuck found Wendy in the master bedroom. He didn't know that it wasn't really theirs anymore. She sat on the edge of the bed in a red lacing thong and cut white harvest top. She stood when he entered.

"Ian said you like it rough."eats 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 married man's admirer.

"Whatever he wants ?"grub asked. He grabbed her farsighted haircloth and painfully yanked her head back as she placed her palms on his chest.

"Anything."Wendy gasped.

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

Wendy gasped again when Chuck gave her face a span easy slap. Smiling at how submissive she was. He reached down and lifted her top. Pinching her nipples and squeezing her big breast.

He nodded in gratification and forced her to bend over the bed. Taking a few bit to swat and spank her round of golf ass before tugging down her thong.

"William 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 rachis of her fist in lust when he started rubbing his dick against her kitty. How could he ? This man she had been friends with for year. Since she had met Ian. Had he wanted her all this fourth dimension ? Watched her with lust in his middle ?

Now she was his fun thing. He had no respect for her as a soul. Only as an object to be fucked. Something to take pleasure from.

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

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

chow pulled out and shoved Wendy to the floor. With a triumphal moan and a grin he came all over her face and teat. Wiping his rooster off in her haircloth when he was finished.

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

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

Hiram Ulysses Grant didn't fuck Ian much anymore. Not since Wendy became his supporter. Work after eats's visit was different.

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

They had told him every contingent of Chucks sojourn and grant was quite please. to a greater extent than delight, he wanted to physically Ezra Pound home Ian's worthlessness as a married man.

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

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

"I understand you are estranged from your founder, Ian. He's a actual bit of shit. Or so my tart tells me."He grabbed Ian's hair, yanking his chief up.

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

"You will assume Wendy to him. offer her to that firearm of shit. Give 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 lifespan.

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

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

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

Ian knocked again. The two story house was run down, and in a bad vicinity. One of the straw man windows was spiderwebbed with cracks.

The couple stood waiting on the porch. Ian in a poor pink sundress. Wendy in a blue miniskirt and white hempen necktie with no bra. Her dark ring of color clearly visible through the dilute material.

They both wore matching bloodless stockings.

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

Wrinkly, erstwhile, his sinew turned to fat, and a big round belly beneath a greasy T-shirt. The old man still intimidated his son.

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

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

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

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

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

Ian took a deep breathing place."I ... I'm a sissy cuck. My ... master demanded that I offer you my wife for the dark. To do whatever you want to her."Ian found himself looking at his feet as he explained. slick, white high hound over his white stockings. He couldn't bring himself to look his wife or his father in the centre.

Saint Patrick grinned and stepped come together to Wendy. She grimaced and looked away in disgrace, as the old man brazenly flipped her shirt up. Her tumid white meat fully bared to him."Nice tits."He told her as he gave them a firm squeeze."Yeah, ok. I'll get laid your harlot wife, you little shit."

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

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

"Let's get something straight ..."Ian could get a line the old mongrel slap his married woman as the door closed.

With tears in his eyes, the sissy stepped into the fenced in dog house. He wrapped the blanket around himself and cuddled in the gravid dog house as a endorse story window opened. Shedding some light on the indorse yard.

Soon he could find out his married woman gasping with sexual joy. His father's own fuck groan sending shivers down his spine. The occasional sharp snap of a hand striking peel would dribble across the M. Spanks or smack, Ian had no way of knowing.

It was a retentive night. His beginner seemed to consume the toughness of a twenty year old.

In the break of the day, Ian gently sucked on his father's balls. The old man's limp cock rested against the emasculate's face. Slick with fresh jizz and Wendy's cunt succus.

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

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

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

Wendy was laying across her passkey's lap. nude sculpture except for a black garter and stockings. And her senior high heels. Her ass was red and throbbing from a spanking. She moaned quietly as Grant fucked her with two fingerbreadth.

Ian knelt in the midsection of the way. Still in his lacy bra, though his panty lay discarded nearby. He also had a supporter and stockings. Matching his wife's. His tiny slit still stung from the hot wax Grant had dripped all over it.

"Saturday night I have a really fun plan for the two of you. stimulate sure as shooting you take extra attention getting quick before you come over.

Wendy gasped as her passe-partout's thumb flicked her raw clit. Her physical structure shivered as she was taken by a small orgasm.

"I wonder what he has planned for us."Grant said as he stepped into the captain bedroom Friday night. They were both au naturel 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 emasculate married man.

With his flimsy body plucked and his make up on he really did look like a girl. Even naked, his tiny sissy gibbosity was easy to command.

She ordered him to put on a empurple lacing pantie and nighty. Cropped to show off his smooth pot.

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

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

She couldn't help a unknown opinion 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 grey cocktail frock. shortstop and a bit indecent, though neutral for about of the activities their master had called upon them to do.

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

Ian's eyes went wide with shock, but Wendy just nodded her head. She had little ignominy or modesty left after the live on few hebdomad.

subsidization drove them to a large house in a lower course of instruction blockage near the aerodrome. When they went in they were greeted by half a dozen washed out women in lingerie. And a fistful of men in tinny business suits.

Grant worked things out with the ma'am.

"Great. Ian cartoon strip to your underwear."The sissy had a babe blue, silk bra and panty. Along with white stockings. grant made him kneel near the entranceway and tied the sissy's wrists behind his rear.

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

Wendy changed into a white, shortstop lacing skirt and agree underbodice. She was by a large border the most attractive cleaning lady there.

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

Soon the low gear bathroom paid for Ian's wife. An honest-to-god man, he paid the ma'am with a cite card who gave him a buck and instructions in rejoinder.

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

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

The eve turned into a long night of dollar invoice, fucks and smacking. Fourteen men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end.

Ian spent most of the night with bust in his eyes. His spunk breaking a little more each time a stranger led his wife away.

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

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

Dominicus started with a call from Hiram Ulysses Grant. The smug man asked how they enjoyed their first foray into being whores. Then moved on without waiting for an result.

He was excited about the decree he had to give the misfortunate couple. The next part of his master program.

Ian put on a cute pink bra and pantie set. With niggling gloomy bows on his coxa and in between the cups. He also had a Andrew D. White garter and stockings and a little blue bow in his hair's-breadth.

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

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

They took a deep breathing space. Then walked out into the sunny day of their back thou.

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

When they started on the front line thou they drew onlooker. Cars slowed down as they passed. neighbor peeked out of windows.

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

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

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

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

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

Wendy patted his shoulder."I'll assistance you pick out a squeamish 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 young lady's chamber, as Grant had purchased humiliating token for him. In add-on to the princess vanity, the bed was a pink frilly canopy incubus. stark with half a dozen fluffy pillows and stuffed beast. The wallpaper was white with pink philia. There was a pink armchair in one corner and a big wooden rocking cavalry in another. Big enough that Ian could use it with just a bit of uncomfortableness. One wall even had two posters on it. One was of three stripped down sexy firemen. The other a aphrodisiacal vampire man with a big prominence in his pants.

Ian had been ordered to masturbate three times a week while staring at the posters.

Wendy opened his actor's assistant and pulled out a stoolie yellowness, lace bra and panty set. Then a myopic, blue dress with a pleat wench and a button up top. His bra was visible through the white textile. A pair of Patrick White high heels and a racy hair bow completed his supporting players.

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

"Not tonight, milksop,"Wendy told him as she caressed his buttock.

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

Wendy's chamber was a bit more stark. knit bed, bureau and minor vanity.

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

She pulled out a pink silk lash and matching half cup bra. Wondering if they would toy any of those stripping games. Usually she was only uncoerced when she was drunk. Tonight though ...

The thought of material men seeing her in her sexy underwear turned her on. The bra couldn't even successfully cover her teat. Her little berries would be on presentation for all to see.

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

Then a duo of tight workout shorts to touch. Small enough that the bottom bound of her asscheeks were seeable.

Then they were in the car and on their way.

They walked around the slope of Hanks theater. They could hear mass on the patio. Wendy smiled as she turned the corner and saw her friends.

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

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

"Lookin good, Ian !"baronet said in what seemed like a jovial voice, though the Milquetoast thought he caught a predatory boundary to the man's vocalism.

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

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

Ian saw a tremor run through Wendy. The electric shock on her brass. The thin out veneer of normalcy she had built for herself shattering.

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

Grant stepped close and put an arm around Wendy's waist. He could palpate the beautiful womanhood 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 destitute hand. Squeezing them in front of the crowd. Savoring the damp look of despair on her beautiful face."I've told them all about your new emplacement in my company."

"Yeah, on your human knee, slut !"Tilda called out. Wendy shuddered at the spite in the chubby charwoman's articulation.

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

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

On the patio, Wendy gripped the seat of her tank-top. She didn't have enough ego left to resist. Her self respect had been burned away by Grant. If the men she considered her honest-to-god, and unspoilt friend wanted to ill-use her ... she wouldn't resist.

The cumulate male child cheered as she pulled the Grey shirt over her head. Her surd nipples visible just above the half-cup bra.

She turned and bent way over to pull her drawers down. Obediently making for certain the show was exciting for the men. The fragile 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 breasts with the other. Hiding her tits as the pink bra fell to the ground.

The boy cheered again when she revealed her titty with a short flourish. Looking to Grant for favourable reception.

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

Wendy nibbled her low-pitched lip. Then quickly pulled her panties off. She stood before the men in all her bare nimbus. Waiting for her next indignity.

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

He stepped up and pushed her to her workforce and knees."front crawl ..."He sneered, savoring the word."creep to each man and say your sorry. Then osculate his penis to express your submission."

shivering, Wendy crawled on her mitt and knees to the starting time man. Ben quickly pulled his intemperate putz out as she whimpered,"I'm so dreary, sir. Muh ... my ass is yours to represent with."Then she leaned in and pressed her lips against the tip of his cock.

"sanctum fuck !"Ben gasped as she gave his hammer a long kiss.

Then she crawled to the adjacent man. Another peter kiss. This time with a little spit. As she crawled away he slapped her round ass hard. Leaving a flabby red hand print.

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

On the lounger, fat Tilda had pulled off Ian's dress. She was grinning and giggling as she watched Wendy humiliated. Her hand was in Ian's lily-livered, entwine step-in. She pinched and pulled on his tiny prick as Wendy debased herself.

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

"You want the boys to have something to think this night by, don't you ?"He asked her as he made her bend over a chair."Wiggle that precious ass for the camera."He ordered. The au naturel cleaning woman obediently obeyed.

Over and over she posed. On her hands and knee, kissing Grant's shoe. On a death chair, her leg broad, fingers pulling her pussylips apart. On her knees, squeezing her big tits together and licking her lip for the camera.

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

The boys lifted Wendy up and placed her on another couch chair. Hank pulled her arms above her brain and tied her wrists to the bod, as grant had told him.

Her cruel master leaned in and whispered in her ear as he pinched her nipple."I want you to feel helpless for this next part."He pushed a rubber eraser ball gag into her sass."You always thought of us as your friend. We always thought of you as another cunt to fuck."He gave her a leer as he tightened the gag's strap.

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

The big man groped her tits. Squeezing unnecessarily hard as he fucked her. He grunted as his peter speared deep inside the leaping beauty.

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

Over and over the boy fucked and abused her. Running a railroad train on her beautiful pussy. They had each taken some ED pills so they could be intimate her More than once.

By the fourth dimension they were done, Wendy's pussy was a gaping mess. Sore and caked with jizz. She had been brought to a handful of potent coming, and lay there exhausted.

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

The fat fair sex settled her mass on the beautiful mess. Straddling the bound girls aspect. She rubbed her crotch against Wendy's lips, already wet from Ian's cunt licking.

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

The boys laughed as Duncan James Corrow Grant forced Ian to crawl between his wife's peg. Submissively the milksop 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 agate line of fire through his lace scanty.

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

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



Monday Grant had his two pets in his billet. A improbable man with a thin mustache and an expensive suit sat on a chair in the corner watching.

"I'm very proud of the two of you. I think you are ready for the following step on your journey. flight strip naked."He ordered the duo.

"This is Mr. Jorst."Their master explained as the couplet quickly got nude."He brought papers for you to ratify that will annul your pathetic apology for a marriage."

Wendy and Ian both gasped as they removed the last of their apparel. President Grant grinned at the duad. Waiting to see if either would resist.

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

"Uhrum. Now. These papers state the marriage is unlawful as Ian has never been a proper man."The tall lawyer harrumphed at them."Would you say that is counterbalance miss ?"

Wendy hesitated, then gave a slight nod. Mr. Jorst showed her the dozen fleck on the text file that she had to sign or initial.

When she took the pen and leaned down he grabbed her hips from behind. She gasped when he pushed her even further. The lawyer's long slender rooster pushed easily into her pussy.

"That's it miss. Be a good daughter and sign. Uhrum."He ordered.

There were teardrop in her centre as she signed the papers. Though she didn't hesitate. Her bosom slapped together as the tall lawyer fucked her from derriere.

"Uh, hungh. dependable, 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 sign. The attorney 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 sissy whimpered with each thrust of the man.

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

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

"Wonderful."Hiram Ulysses 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 slaves .