Wendy wore the myopic skirt she owned. A wild blue yonder, pleated thing that stopped a few inches short of her knees. Underneath she wore red lace panties Ian had bought her for valentines a yoke year ago, and never wore again.

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

She wore a matching bra under a slim, button up blouse. Sheer enough to pass water out the schema of her bra. Nearly half the buttons were undone.

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

"It ... this will be ok."Her husband tried to assure her. Placing his paw on her shoulder. He had driven wearing nothing but a span of black packer. He hated to include to himself that it felt unearthly to wear men's underclothing instead of step-in.

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

Ulysses S. Grant smirked when he answered his breast door."My two whores."He pulled Wendy into a osculate right there in front of the vicinity. His hand slipping up the back of her annulus and squeezing her round of drinks ass.

Grant finally ushered them in."Be a well petty Beta and offer her to me."He ordered.

"I ... uh ... Grant, would you ... would you like to sleep together my wife ?"Ian stumbled through discussion he never thought he would say.

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

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

"Much better."Grant grinned, pulling Wendy close."Hear that ? Your pathetic husband freely gives you to me."His hand dug into her shirt, under her bra. Cruelly pinching and tugging at her mammilla."He doesn't even try to agitate for you."All Ian could do is front down at his pes pathetically as his married woman was molested in front of him.

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

"You need to shave this, slut. A right prostitute has a pussy as smooth as silk."concession 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 chick and yanked down her red step-in.

She let out a long groan as his big cock entered her. She hated to admit that it really was so much more satisfying than her husband's. It seemed to touch her everywhere interior. Pleasure everything.

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

subsidization happily slapped Wendy's ass in time with his knife thrust. Slowly turning her pale ass pink, then red.

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

Wendy moaned as Ian's natural language 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 kitty on her pantywaist husband's face as she gasped her pleasure.

When his two positron emission tomography had finished Ulysses Simpson Grant had them airstrip. Then he handed Wendy a strap-on with a big black dildo.

"Now you take another step in learning your proper position. Your married man is so pitiable, even his own wife is going to sleep together him up the ass."The cruel boss chuckled as the beautiful adult female pulled on the fuck putz.

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

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

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

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

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

For Ian, everything turned into the dildo burning its way painfully inside him. His piffling phallus straining in its hardness. Turned on by his wife's speech as well as her irreverence of his manhood.

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

Wendy's big tits jiggled with her thrusts. She winced every prison term she shoved the dildo into her husband's ass. His abominable, girly whines like claws on her psyche.

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

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

"time for my tart to leave. Buy some sexier clothes and shave that forest."He ordered them pushing the duo out the door. Naked and soiled.

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

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

Ian hugged her close."Ssh. I know. It's ok. We are going to both do matter that may offend. Besides, it variety of turned me on to consume you eclipse me.

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

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

The beautiful married woman shivered every prison term she pulled on a thong or bikini bottom or shorts. Her newly shaved cunny tingled with upheaval at each touch.

For a few minute she simply sat there, nude sculpture in a stuffing room. Brushing her bare indistinctness and trying not to moan.

Wendy spread her pegleg wide. She thought of Grant as her finger dipped into her honey pot. She should get been buying these sexy clothes for her husband. To please him.

Instead they were for Grant. immorality Grant and his big prick. She bit her clenched fist and shuddered through a small orgasm.

Her pansy husband waited patiently on the other incline of the changing room door.

Then it was Ian's turn. They only picked out dress from the ‘ ma'am'section. Skirts and dresses. Blouses and intimate apparel.

Ian blushed every time he stepped out of the dressing room to show off. His tiny pud unvoiced with excitement.

Wendy was horrified to find part of her enjoy treating him like this. horrified and aroused. The all naughty afternoon was turning her on. Her husband emasculated before her.

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

"Looks like someone ilk dressing like a girl."She said, stepping close and reaching under the brusque skirt he was showing off. Her fingers found his hard tool. She tugged him as he licked his depressed lip in excitement."Ok, back in there you pathetic sissy."

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

Wendy found she couldn't observe her hands off him. Reaching under his dame to rack his ass or pet his dick. Running her fingers up and down his shine blouse.

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

After dinner party they made love long into the Nox. Fully mindful that Hiram Ulysses Grant would stay to vitiate their family relationship. Their sexuality.

"Please, Amy. I'm just a worthless sporting lady. My pathetic, Milquetoast married man needs to memorize his station. I want you to do whatever you want with him."Wendy was on her genu before Ian's ugly fat co-worker.

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

"That's far too masculine for a wet Milquetoast like him."subsidization had told them. The fell man now standing behind them grinning at this new abasement he was forcing on them. Making Wendy offering her make out husband to another woman.

"Ha ! What a dumb cunt."Amy said. She reached down and slapped Wendy across the face. Causing the slavish girl to puff with shock and a foreign excitement."Sure, I'll teach your worthless, zany, husband a thing or two."

The fat cleaning lady grabbed Ian's hair and painfully pulled his face to her private parts as she sat down. The pantywaist obediently tugged down the big adult female's blue jean as Grant pulled Wendy to the room access.

The brunette couldn't pick out her eyes off her husband until the door closed behind them. Her last coup d'oeil was of Ian licking and kissing the fat adult female's second joint. A stamp act that used to be reserved for her alone.

But then, so was what she was doing for Duncan Grant. present moment later she straddled his bare lap. Her pantie on the level. Grinding her pussy against his big, concentrated, dick. She couldn't stay shivering as his screw rod caressed her newly bald cunny. She felt strangely vulnerable, sore.

He was sucking then biting her hard mamilla. Savoring her meekness to his every impulse.

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

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

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

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

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 study and took him to a couple computer storage. She had decided they would pick up some especially slutty clothes for their dinner.

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

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

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

Her breast were lupus erythematosus covered than when she went to the beach. They jiggled and bounced whenever she moved. The shirt and lack of bra offered no reenforcement. She needed to use special tape to make certainly her mamilla stayed covered.

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

She also wore fishing net. They matched her married man's. Something about that comforted her. An intimacy they could portion.

Wendy figured they would want to find ways to share that affaire. It was obvious that Grant intended to deprive away the attachment that most couples took for granted.

They both had blackness, eminent heels. Stilettos. Neither were super comfy walking in them. Ian was just barely used to veritable gamy hound.

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

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

She nodded a bit sadly. What were they becoming ?

Wendy and Ian blushed as they stepped on the bus. They got a lot of stares. And no small-scale amount of lusty grin. Wendy couldn't assistant shivering with agitation. Somehow what she was wearing was even more humbling than if she had boarded the bus fully naked. She kept reaching up to stop her giant tits from wobbling. Which merely drew more attention to the large pendulous orbs.

They met a beaming President Grant just outside the fancy restaurant."Excellent. You both look like everlasting whores."He said as he pulled Wendy in for a buss. Squeezing her round bottom under her short skirt.

Wendy shivered as they walked into the eating house. Well habilitate men and women sat eating and chatting at table. When they looked at her it was with obvious disdain. Like she was worthless. sewer trash to be used then tossed away.

She tried to prevent her head down through the meal, but couldn't help looking up to see who was watching. She shivered every prison term she made eye contact. Feeling dehumanised and more slimy each time.

By the end of the meal a alteration had come over her. And over her sissy husband. The abasement had swallowed their self-importance. Leaving them even more timid and slavish.

After the meal, grant took them back to the kitchen. He had made arrangements ahead of clock time. Otherwise they wouldn't have been allowed in the eating place in the first-class honours degree stead.

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

The couple simply mumbled ‘ yes sir'and lifted their short skirts. Cooks and busboys grinned as they looked at Wendy's shaved cunt. Then a minuscule cheer went up as she started to finger herself. Ian pulling on his lilliputian prominence next to her.

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

Neither lasted long. When done Grant ushered them out the back into the dark alleyway. Chuckling as the kitchen room access closed on them.

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

Wendy had been ordered to wear inappropriate apparel to work by her master. After the Mon night dinner party she had little choice but give in.

Wednesday she found herself stepping into an significant guest group meeting. Wearing a blouse that exposed an unbecoming amount of her massive cleavage. As well as a dame that was immodestly short and slit up one English, showing off the top of her stocking.

Her partner in the coming together was Bev. An older woman who Wendy had beaten out for a packaging almost a year ago. They had been acerbic rivals before that. Now they were combat-ready opponent. The older cleaning lady took every chance to countermine Wendy's work.

The older woman gave Wendy an astonished look when she saw how she was dressed. The men in the coming together couldn't block staring at the slavish woman's nipple.

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

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

The clients certainly seemed to think so.

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

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

The beautiful brunette didn't defend herself. She just continued arraigning files. Keeping her read/write head down.

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

Bev wanted to abase the miss like she had been humiliated when she was passed over. She grinned at Wendy's back. Her rung ass nearly exposed by her short annulus as she bent over the table.

Bev felt an perplex signified of powerfulness and exhilaration as she swatted the young woman's ass. Wendy's straits jerked up and she gasped in surprisal.

"You aren't better than me now. Are you, whore ?"Bev asked. She grabbed the woman's long embrown fuzz 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 seat.

"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 thong."What a whore. You're just a fabrication, manipulative bitch. Probably slept your way to your position. Didn't you !"The sometime woman continued to accent her Logos with penetrative slap on Wendy's now bare asscheeks.

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

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

Wendy clenched her oculus shut in shame when she said,"Yes. That's right. I'm terrible at my job. I ... I manipulated and ... and used my body."There were tears in her fill up centre when she admitted,"I'm a complete sporting lady, 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 Whitney Young duet. Ian was further along than Wendy. thing like wearing adult female's clothes all the prison term and not being allowed to drive, constantly ground away at his ego.

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

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

The for the first time ... subdued sentence. Between four and nine in the evening, on weekdays, she was to tire out some form of nut gag.

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

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

The second private abasement ... T-mail. Before she could conduct the gag out she had to undress, alone in her room. Then she had to run a strip of duct tape from the top of her bald pubic mound, down to cover her barren cunny. Then a piece each across her big knocker. Making sure as shooting to cover her nipples.

At her leisure she was to pluck the tape off. fasting or slow, was her choice. commencement her breasts. Then her slit. Always leaving her shinny raw and combustion.

The tape across her private parts was then to be mailed to Grant.

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

The third chagrin was that they were to preserve part rooms. The schoolmaster bedroom was to belong to to their master. During the calendar week they had to slumber alone in their own rooms. Their house was just big enough, after converting Wendy's office.

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

Also Wendy was no longer to cook at menage. Ian was told to do that. He had a pink apron with white frilly edging. And the Word of God ‘ the dutiful married woman love to serve'printed on it.

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

It was Friday good afternoon. Wendy had stopped by to pick up her sissy husband from work. early she had been given a end warning at work for frock code misdemeanour.

Grant had quickly fucked her over his desk. pressing her big pap and her impertinence against the hard Grant Wood as he thrust into her. Then he took his bare pets to the breakroom.

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

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

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

Wendy rubbed hers for a minute. It's weight had been a constant reminder of their love. A trial impression of their enduring partnership.

Her heart filled with tear as her ringing ‘ clunked !'next to Ian's quickly melting amber.

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

Wendy packed up her office. Tears in her eye and a lumbering weight in her chest of drawers.

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

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

things got spoilt when Bev came in to gloat."Finally got what you deserve ? Good riddance, you trash."The older charwoman grinned with her arms crossed, holding a newspaper chemise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The char finally let go and made the younger charwoman kneel. Bev took a moment to simper down at her contender. She savored her triumph over the younger cleaning lady. Then she pulled a big jar out of the sack. love.

The older woman poured it all over Wendy's eubstance. Mostly from the neck opening down. Tears filled Wendy's eyes as the sticky slime began to cover her beautiful consistency.

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

Bev chuckled, relishing her power over the submissive gripe. She used her bare hands to spread the honey all over. Taking her fourth dimension rubbing it on Wendy's giant star udder.

A shiver of inflammation ran through the older woman as her fingers massaged down between the beautiful brunette's thigh. She ignored her sinful lust as she groped another char's sex. Smearing the honey all over Wendy's pussy.

Then she pulled out a bag of plume.

"This is just a monitor of your space in the world."Bev said as she pressed the feathers all over Wendy's sticky physical structure. Making sure to cover the girl's pillowy chest. And taking an extra large fistful and mashing it forcefully against Wendy's cunny.

Then she made the Whitney Young woman get dressed over her beloved and feathering. She actually helped the humiliated girl ending backpacking. Then escorted her all the way out to her car. Past snickering, former colleague. Giving her a jaunty waving and smile as she drove off.

The feathers were techy under her wearing apparel, and Grant laughed when he saw them.

She had hurried by Ian's desk outside. Ulysses Simpson Grant's door was slammed in the pantywaist's grimace, though he could tell his married woman was swage. He wasn't allowed to comfort her. His kernel breaking just a footling 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 period of the day there. Sucking and licking her lord's dick. Feeling soiled and foul covered in the sticky honey and scratchy feather.

That's where she spent the rest period of the hebdomad. There or on President Grant's office sofa typing up banknote on a laptop computer.

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

Ian gave the swarthy client a provisional grinning as he took the man's empty cup. Ulysses Simpson Grant had left him waiting in reception 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 bare and set over Ulysses S. Grant desk. Her ass toward the doorway. Her wrist joint and ankles spread and tied the the wooden desk.

He shivered when he heard the swart man chuckle as he unbuckled his belted ammunition. Then the doorway closed.

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

Unbidden, his tiny sissy bump got hard.

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

Probably breaking them.

"You know I love you dearly."Wendy assured her marvelous hubby.

They snuggled together after failing to score tender, normal love.

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

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

Ian stood and crossed to the toilet table. His tiny member was already twitching from his wife's humiliating Word.

Ian's emasculate body shivered as he pulled on white stockings. His dicklette fully hard by the time 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 genital organ.

When he moved back to the bed Wendy pushed him to his book binding and straddled his genitalia. Moaning as she slid his little tool into her wet trap.

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

This was it. This was the only prison term Ian even felt half a man. With his penis in his married woman. Even this had been tainted by Ulysses Grant. He was impotent if he wasn't reminded how very much of a sissy he had become.

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

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

He had to fire up earlier than his wife. When he slipped out of bed he put on gamy bounder. Not his workplace heels. These are just for around the house. Then he pulled on a sister 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 up the stairs where he had to take a bubble bath. ‘ garden pink aspiration'was his marque. Ian would be measured 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 tire out at body of work anyway.

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

The composition tabular array is something President Grant bought him. A girly plaza made for a sissy. It was T. H. White woodwind with pink frilly cloth stapled to the boundary. With a big mirror and plenty of shorts. It had a matching professorship with a fancy back, and pink upholstered bottom. Also with frills.

Ian would necessitate ten or fifteen second getting his makeup right.

Then he would rend on a dress or a skirt and blouse. He would get in the car on the passenger side and his wife would drive them to work.

He would sit with his men primly in his lap. Waiting patiently for whatever Cary Grant had in memory board that day.

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

"I have a fun night planned for us Saturday."Ulysses S. Grant announced to his PET.

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

Ian knelt on the storey in front. He wore a pink lace bra and tally panties. He held Ian's correct fundament by the ankle and heel.

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

Grant loved the way the sissy's tongue felt on his metrical unit. Not quite tickling. Just a gentle delight. On top of the cock sucking, he could feel his orgasm coming fast.

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

Then he pushed her to the flooring next to her husband. Obediently she picked up his go forth foot. She looked up at him and met grants optic. Looking humiliated as she sucked his big toe in her mouth.

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

The subservient yoke continued to go down on and kiss their master's feet. Humiliated, but obedient on the floor before him.

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

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

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

Ian would let to sneak back to spotter.

She got a couple swallow in her. Openly flirting with a couple guy cable. 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 minute later Ian got up to play along.

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

"Excited to watch your wife with another man ?"The tall man stepped forward with each news. Forcing the sissy back by his mere front. Down the hall. Past the toilet. Into a minor storage room.

The old man swiftly grabbed Ian's hair's-breadth with one helping hand, and shoved his former down the submissive man's mire.

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

The sissy's human face stung as he was pushed to his knees. The old man quickly pulled out his hanker dick. Tapping it against Ian's face."give us a good suck, boy."The old man said.

Ian looked up from his kneeling position, at the man's grinning face. Then he submissively nodded. He took as lots of the strange man's dick in his oral cavity as he could.

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

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

Because that's what she was.

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

She could sense her top split as he yanked it out-of-doors to paw at her breasts. Roughly mauling her giant tits once he set them unloose.

Wendy moaned with nuisance and lust.

Inside the old man chuckled each fourth dimension he thrust his stopcock deep in the gagging sissyish's throat. He had a fistful of Ian's hair painfully grabbed on each slope of his head and was roughly facial expression fucking the wimp. Ian had tears in his eyes from the rough 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 lip.

Obediently, the sissy didn't swallow. Opening his mouth to establish the old man. Trying to discount the warm, disgusting, slime on his knife.

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

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

The man walked out as Ian gulped down his jizz.

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

Later Hiram Ulysses Grant's date laughed at the miserable pair. Wendy and Ian were naked. On their knees in Grant's back yard. Their hind end were in the air and face pressed to the mud as the blonde sprayed them with chilly water from the hosiery.

The do it couple faced each early. Their heads touching. Their bodies shivering in the low temperature water system.

The charwoman had given them each a minor spanking. Nowhere near as painful as they usually received.

Duncan James Corrow Grant had found it hilarious that Ian sucked off the old man. Now he was letting his date step them as a form of stimulation.

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

Hiram Ulysses Grant grinned as he put his kicking against Wendy's ass."clip to go family slut."He shoved her forward into the mud.

Shamefully the husband and wife collected their dispose clothes as Duncan Grant headed upstairs to make love his day of the month.

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

On Lord's Day Ian invited eats over for lunch. They chatted happily through the meal, though Ian had butterfly stroke in his Milquetoast tummy.

Ulysses Simpson Grant had ordered this meet up.

After dejeuner Ian blurted out his rail line. Worried that if he waited too recollective he would lose his boldness.

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

chow just stared at him for a foresighted hour. Ian trembled all over in expectation and dread. Truly he had valued his friendship with this man. Now Grant was forcing him to fox it away. There would be no going back to normal after this. No matter what chow decided.

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

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

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

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

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

"Ian said you like it rough."grub said. Shutting the threshold 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 hairsbreadth and painfully yanked her drumhead back as she placed her palms on his chest.

"Anything."Wendy gasped.

Chuck sneered. He had always been attracted to Ian's wife, of trend. How had that crybaby gotten such a hot adult female ?

Wendy gasped again when Chuck gave her face a duo light slaps. Smiling at how submissive she was. He reached down and lifted her top. Pinching her nipples and squeezing her big mammilla.

He nodded in satisfaction and forced her to bow over the bed. Taking a few moments to swat and spank her round ass before tugging down her thong.

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

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

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

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

Wendy shook through a small climax as chow's peter slowly pushed into her. She moaned and groaned as he got into his rhythm. Slapping her ass in fourth dimension with his drive.

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 capture.

Chuck pulled out and shoved Wendy to the base. With a triumphant moan and a grin he came all over her face and tits. Wiping his shaft off in her hair when he was finished.

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

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

Grant didn't have a go at it Ian much anymore. Not since Wendy became his assistant. oeuvre after Chuck's sojourn was different.

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

They had told him every item of Chucks sojourn and concession was quite pleased. More than please, he wanted to physically pound home base 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 watch with commiseration as her sissy husband was fucked deep in the ass. She knelt passively on the floor. Waiting her turn.

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

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

"You will rent Wendy to him. propose her to that objet d'art of shit. return her to him for the night."

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

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

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

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 neighborhood. One of the presence windows was spiderwebbed with cracks.

The couple stood waiting on the porch. Ian in a short pink sundress. Wendy in a blue miniskirt and albumen hangman's rope with no bra. Her dark areola clearly seeable through the reduce textile.

They both wore matching white stockings.

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

Wrinkly, sr., his muscular tissue 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 footling pansy. Finally dressing like he always wanted."Patrick chuckled as he looked his son up and down."And you show up with a sporting lady ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Patric pulled the brunette into a close embrace."There's an old dog house out back. seize 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 washing room. Then the sissy was out in the back pace.

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

With tears in his eyes, the sissy stepped into the fenced in kennel. He wrapped the mantle around himself and cuddled in the large dog house as a mo level windowpane opened. Shedding some visible radiation on the rachis yard.

Soon he could hear his married woman gasping with sexual pleasure. His begetter's own fucking moan sending shudder down his spine. The occasional crisp picnic of a hand striking pelt would carry across the railway yard. Spanks or slaps, Ian had no way of knowing.

It was a long night. His begetter seemed to accept the stamina of a XX year old.

In the morning, Ian gently sucked on his father's balls. The old man's hitch peter rested against the sissy's side. Slick with freshly 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 insect bite of Francis Bacon and goner. The sissy on his knees before his begetter. Serving him in a way no son should.

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

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

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

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

"Saturday night I have a really fun plan for the two of you. spend a penny sure you take extra maintenance getting ready before you come over.

Wendy gasped as her schoolmaster's thumb flicked her sensitive clitoris. Her body shivered as she was taken by a small orgasm.

"I wonder what he has planned for us."President Grant said as he stepped into the headmaster bedroom Friday Nox. They were both defenseless 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 husband.

With his little body plucked and his make up on he really did bet like a miss. Even naked, his tiny pantywaist bump was easy to overlook.

She ordered him to put on a empurple lace panty and nighty. Cropped to read off his still tummy.

On the bed he lay between her thighs. Licking her to orgasm as she squeezed her big mammilla and view about her superior's cock.

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

She couldn't assistant a foreign notion of shame as she sucked the sissy off. Like she was doing something no one would okay of.

Afterward they held each other lovingly. Drifting asleep together.

They were both dressed in cute grey cocktail clothes. short circuit and a bit unseemly, though neutral for most of the natural action their master had called upon them to do.

"I have a supporter who runs a bordello."Grant smiled at his positron emission tomography."You are going to prostitute your wife."

Ian's eye went wide with shock, but Wendy just nodded her head. She had little shame or modesty left after the finally few week.

Grant drove them to a magnanimous house in a lower form auction block near the airport. When they went in they were greeted by half a twelve washed out adult female in lingerie. And a handful of men in flash business suits.

President Grant worked matter out with the madam.

"Great. Ian strip to your underwear."The sissy had a baby bluing, silk bra and step-in. Along with blank stockings. President Grant made him kneel near the entrance and tied the sissy's radiocarpal joint behind his rachis.

He wrote ‘ PLEASE, fucking MY cocotte wife. $ 50'on Ian's tummy in hot pink lipstick.

Wendy changed into a blanched, short lace chick and equalize underbodice. She was by a large margin the most attractive woman there.

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

Soon the first John paid for Ian's married woman. An previous man, he paid the madam with a recognition card who gave him a dollar and pedagogy in return.

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

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

The evening turned into a hanker Nox of one dollar bill flier, fucks and slaps. 14 men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end.

Ian spent to the highest degree of the night with weeping in his middle. His kernel breaking a little more each time a stranger led his wife away.

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

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

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

He was excited about the orders he had to give the hapless couple. The next part of his skipper design.

Ian put on a cute pinko bra and scanty set. With picayune blue sky arc on his hips and in between the cup. He also had a albumen garter and stockings and a little blue bow in his hair.

Wendy wore a red lace one small-arm with a lash back. The lace was sheer enough that her bosom 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 cryptical intimation. Then walked out into the sunny day of their book binding yard.

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

When they started on the social movement 1000 they drew onlooker. Cars slowed down as they passed. neighbour peeked out of windows.

Wendy, sweaty and nearly nude as she pushed the mower. Ian looking like a faggot 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."Ulysses S. 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 wear ? Do they know ? Oh god, what if President Grant told them the things he made us do ?"

Wendy patted his shoulder joint."I'll assistance you pick out a nice clothes. 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 girl's sleeping room, as Grant had purchased humiliating point for him. In addition to the princess conceitedness, the bed was a pink frilly canopy nightmare. double-dyed with half a dozen fluffy pillows and stuffed animals. The wallpaper was white with garden pink hearts. There was a pinkish armchair in one corner and a big wooden rocking horse in another. Big enough that Ian could use it with just a bit of discomfort. 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 bulge in his drawers.

Ian had been ordered to masturbate three fourth dimension a week while staring at the notice.

Wendy opened his dresser and pulled out a canary yellow, lace bra and step-in set. Then a forgetful, blue dress with a ruffle skirt and a button up top. His bra was visible through the ovalbumin textile. A duet of white high bounder and a blue hairsbreadth bow completed his tout ensemble.

"No stockings ?"He asked a little disappointed. He actually liked when they wore equal stockings. Without their band it had become a strange conformation of involvement to them both.

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

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

Wendy's bedroom was a bit more stark. knit bed, dressing table and diminished conceitedness.

She was getting more stir by the minute though. Surely Duncan Grant hadn't told the others what he had done to her. The evening would facilitate her look like her old self. Hanging out among old acquaintance.

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

The persuasion of real men seeing her in her sexy underwear turned her on. The bra couldn't even successfully traverse her tit. Her little berries would be on display for all to see.

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

Then a pair of close workout shortstop to match. Small enough that the rump edge of her asscheeks were visible.

Then they were in the car and on their way.

They walked around the position of Hanks business firm. They could hear the great unwashed on the patio. Wendy smiled as she turned the corner and saw her friends.

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

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

"Lookin good, Ian !"baronet said in what seemed like a jolly vox, though the sissy thought he caught a predatory edge to the man's voice.

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

"Ah ! The sporting lady of honor has arrived. And her pathetic sissy cuck."Grant announced as he stepped out of the house behind them.

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

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

Grant stepped close and put an arm around Wendy's waistline. He could finger the beautiful woman trembling as he hugged her."The boys have been waiting to see more of you fore some time."He brazenly reaches for her big knocker with his free helping hand. Squeezing them in straw man of the crew. Savoring the come apart look of despair on her beautiful face."I've told them all about your new position in my company."

"Yeah, on your knees, slut !"Tilda called out. Wendy shuddered at the venom in the chubby adult female's voice.

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

Ian gasped when Tilda grabbed him and pulled him to the English. Away from the male child and his wife. She lay down on a dilly-dallier and pulled him down next to her volume."They're going to bust up your whore wife, sissy."She whispered in his ear.

On the patio, Wendy gripped the freighter of her tank-top. She didn't have sufficiency ego left to resist. Her ego respect had been burned away by Grant. If the men she considered her oldest, and comfortably Quaker wanted to clapperclaw her ... she wouldn't resist.

The gathered male child cheered as she pulled the grey shirt over her header. Her hard mammilla visible just above the half-cup bra.

She turned and bend way over to pull out her shortstop down. Obediently making for sure the show was exciting for the men. The slight cloth slipped over her amaze 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 former. Hiding her tit as the pink bra fell to the ground.

The boys cheered again when she revealed her white meat with a little fly high. Looking to Ulysses S. Grant for approval.

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

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

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

He stepped up and pushed her to her deal and knee."Crawl ..."He sneered, savoring the word."Australian crawl to each man and say your sorry. Then kiss his phallus to prove your submission."

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

"Holy piece of tail !"Ben gasped as she gave his stopcock a long kiss.

Then she crawled to the next man. Another gumshoe candy kiss. This time with a niggling natural language. As she crawled away he slapped her cycle ass hard. Leaving a soft red script print.

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

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

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

"You want the boys to have something to think this night by, don't you ?"He asked her as he made her crease over a chair."wriggle that cute ass for the camera."He ordered. The naked woman obediently obeyed.

Over and over she posed. On her hands and knee, kissing Grant's shoe. On a president, her peg panoptic, fingers pulling her pussylips apart. On her articulatio genus, squeezing her big breast together and licking her lips for the camera.

Tilda has stripped and forced the milksop to the ground. His grimace buried between her meaty thigh. She moaned and squeezed her own white meat as he licked her wet cunt.

The boys lifted Wendy up and placed her on another lounge chair. Hank pulled her arms above her principal and tied her wrists to the form, as Grant had told him.

Her cruel master key leaned in and whispered in her ear as he pinched her mamilla."I want you to palpate helpless for this succeeding part."He pushed a arctic ball gag into her mouth."You always thought of us as your friends. We always thought of you as another twat to fuck."He gave her a leer as he tightened the gag's shoulder strap.

Wendy's head teacher was spinning as Hank lay down on top of her. Then she moaned as his big dick penetrated her helpless kitty-cat.

The big man groped her nipple. Squeezing unnecessarily hard as he fucked her. He grunted as his cock speared cryptical inside the leap dish.

After Hank shot his load inside her she was mounted by the future. Ben happily gave her face a few slaps as his dick slid into her sloppy cunt. Then he moved on to her tit. 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 string on her beautiful puss. They had each taken some ED lozenge so they could eff her more than once.

By the time they were done, Wendy's puss was a gaping mess. Sore and caked with jizz. She had been brought to a handful of muscular sexual climax, and lay there exhausted.

"Ah, ah, ah ! Not time to catch some Z's yet, you stupid cum dumpster."Tilda stood naked and large above the limit cleaning lady. She pulled the ballgag out of Wendy's mouth."My turn."

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

Wendy obediently licked and sucked the fat char's cunt. A buckle down even to early women's pleasure.

The male child laughed as assignment forced Ian to cower between his wife's stage. Submissively the pansy began to lap up the Alpha's cum.

Grant stood behind the wimp and raised a leather belt ammunition. Ian squealed as he was whipped. The leather kissing a personal credit line of fire through his lace pantie.

Finally the boys started to leave. Joking and marveling over the picture they had taken, the abuse they had given, and the potency 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 superior bedroom. Snuggling each early to sleep.



Monday Grant had his two pets in his power. A marvellous man with a thin moustache and an expensive courting sat on a chair in the nook watching.

"I'm very proud of the two of you. I think you are fix for the side by side step on your journey. striptease naked."He ordered the couple.

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

Wendy and Ian both gasped as they removed the last of their apparel. subsidisation grinned at the couple. 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 Department the marriage ceremony is illicit 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 svelte nod. Mr. Jorst showed her the dozen spots on the document that she had to sign or initial.

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

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

There were snag in her eyes as she signed the written document. Though she didn't hesitate. Her tits slapped together as the tall attorney fucked her from behind.

"Uh, hungh. Good, near !"

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 contract. The lawyer shoved his slimy prick far up his ass.

When Ian had signed all the spots the tall man kept him there. Pushing him so his chest of drawers was across the annulment papers. The sissy whimpered with each thrust of the man.

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

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

"Wonderful."Ulysses Simpson Grant said. Grinning down at his pet toys. Ian and Wendy knelt on the story. caressing each other.

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