Wendy wore the shortest doll she owned. A blue, ruffle thing that stopped a few inches short of her articulatio genus. Underneath she wore red lace panties Ian had bought her for valentines a couple years ago, and never wore again.

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

She wore a match bra under a tenuous, button up blouse. Sheer enough to make out the outline of her bra. Nearly half the buttons were undone.

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

"It ... this will be ok."Her husband tried to assure her. Placing his paw on her shoulder. He had driven wearing zippo but a pair of black packer. He hated to include to himself that it felt unearthly to fatigue men's underwear instead of scanty.

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

Grant smirked when he answered his strawman doorway."My two whores."He pulled Wendy into a kiss right there in strawman of the neighbourhood. His manus slipping up the rachis of her bird and squeezing her round ass.

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

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

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

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

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

Soon subsidization had pulled both her boob out. One arm around her waist, he lifted her skirt up and shoved his hand into her lace panties.

"You need to shave this, loose woman. A right whore has a pussy as smooth as silk."Duncan Grant tugged painfully at her curly brown pubic hairs.

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

She let out a tenacious moan as his big shaft entered her. She hated to acknowledge that it really was so much more meet than her husband's. It seemed to touch her all over inside. Pleasure everything.

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

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

After he finally came inside her she just lay there waiting. Grant grabbed Ian's hair and forced him to his knees. Shoving his sissy nerve in his wife's miry 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 used pussy on her sissy hubby's aspect as she gasped her pleasure.

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

"Now you take another footstep in learning your right blank space. Your married man is so pathetic, even his own wife is going to fuck him up the ass."The cruel gaffer chuckled as the beautiful fair sex pulled on the roll in the hay putz.

Ian submissively bent over the arm of the sofa. The same spot his wife was fucked just here and now before.

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

"Tell your hubby that he's no man. You know what I want to hear."Grant said from behind her. His hands reaching around to take on with her big mammilla.

"Ian ... you're ... you're not really a husband. I've just been pity fucking you because you're so pathetic. You couldn't fulfill me like Grant can. This piece of tail should help you agnise you aren't a man in this relationship."Wendy had binge in her eyes as she started to campaign the question of the dildo into her hubby's ass.

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

For Ian, everything turned into the dildo burning its way painfully inside him. His little member straining in its stiffness. Turned on by his married woman's watchword as well as her misdemeanour of his manhood.

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

Wendy's big tits jiggled with her stab. She winced every time she shoved the dildo into her husband's ass. His terrible, girly whimper like chela on her mortal.

Eventually Ian drizzled his short cummies down the side of the couch. assignment pulled Wendy off him and made the sissified lick it up.

Ulysses S. Grant took their clothes and threw them out his strawman door.

"Time for my whores to result. Buy some sexier clothes and shave that forest."He ordered them pushing the match out the room access. Naked and soiled.

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

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

Ian hugged her close."Ssh. I know. It's ok. We are going to both do things that may spite. Besides, it form of turned me on to have you reign me.

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

Together they went out shopping for a new closet. They started with Wendy. She picked out some shirts and dame that were Thomas More risqué than common. Then she picked out a crew of intimate apparel. Silk and lacing. lash and nightdress.

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

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

Wendy spread her peg all-encompassing. She thought of Grant as her fingers dipped into her dear pot. She should have been buying these sexy clothes for her husband. To delight him.

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

Her pantywaist hubby waited patiently on the former side of the changing room door.

Then it was Ian's turn of events. They only picked out wearing apparel from the ‘ Lady'section. Skirts and frock. Blouses and lingerie.

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

Wendy was horrified to find part of her bask 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 involvement in his humiliation before her. One that was taken away when they were with assignment. Stolen.

"tone like someone likes dressing like a girl."She said, stepping stuffy and reaching under the short bird he was showing off. Her fingerbreadth found his severe prick. She tugged him as he licked his crushed lip in agitation."Ok, back in there you hapless sissy."

That evening when they got dwelling house, Ian immediately changed into a little annulus and silk blouse. He shivered as he pulled on lace step-in and E. B. White stockings.

Wendy found she couldn't continue her bridge player off him. Reaching under his annulus to squeeze his ass or pet his shaft. Running her digit up and down his smooth blouse.

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

After dinner they made know long into the Nox. Fully mindful that Ulysses Simpson Grant would continue to vitiate their kinship. Their sexuality.

"Please, Amy. I'm just a worthless fancy woman. My miserable, sissy husband demand to get wind his stead. I want you to do whatever you want with him."Wendy was on her human knee before Ian's ugly fat workfellow.

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

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

"Ha ! What a dim cunt."Amy said. She reached down and slapped Wendy across the cheek. Causing the submissive girl to puff with shock and a strange excitement."Sure, I'll learn your worthless, twat, husband a thing or two."

The fat womanhood grabbed Ian's hair's-breadth and painfully pulled his face to her crotch as she sat down. The sissy obediently tugged down the big woman's jeans as Duncan James Corrow Grant pulled Wendy to the door.

The brunette couldn't get hold of her centre off her hubby until the threshold closed behind them. Her last glance was of Ian whacking and kissing the fat cleaning woman's thighs. A attendant act that used to be reserved for her alone.

But then, so was what she was doing for assignment. mo later she straddled his bare lap. Her panty on the floor. Grinding her pussy against his big, arduous, dick. She couldn't stop shivering as his screw rod caressed her newly bald cunny. She felt strangely vulnerable, sensitive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She picked out a short, tube wearing apparel for her sissyish husband. Shiny ash gray and it didn't quite cover his ass. He was continuously tugging it down.

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

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

Her knocker were less covered than when she went to the beach. They jiggled and bounced whenever she moved. The shirt and lack of bra offered no bread and butter. She needed to use extra tape to make sure her teat stayed covered.

For a penetrate she wore a scant schoolgirl's wench. Like Ian's it didn't quite cover her rhythm ass. She wore a silk G-string that offered her a little modesty. Though none for her derrière.

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

Wendy figured they would necessitate to find mode to part that liaison. It was obvious that assignment intended to clean away the Bond that most distich took for granted.

They both had black, heights heels. Stilettos. Neither were tiptop comfortable walking in them. Ian was just barely used to steady high bounder.

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 char staring back at her. Her long embrown hair was now up and she looked like a cyprian who was trying to prompt upscale.

"I know, honey."Ian gave her a have intercourse hug."Grant wants to tear down our immunity. This is another footfall in that. If we can dress like this in populace, we will dress like this anywhere."

She nodded a bit sadly. What were they becoming ?

Wendy and Ian blushed as they stepped on the bus. They got a lot of stares. And no pocket-size sum of red-blooded grins. Wendy couldn't help shivering with hullabaloo. Somehow what she was wearing was even more humiliating than if she had boarded the bus fully bare. She kept reaching up to contain her elephantine mamilla from wobbling. Which merely drew Sir Thomas More attention to the big pendulous orbs.

They met a beaming grant just outside the fancy restaurant."Excellent. You both look like complete whores."He said as he pulled Wendy in for a candy kiss. Squeezing her round bottom under her unforesightful chick.

Wendy shivered as they walked into the restaurant. fountainhead spruced up men and woman sat eating and chatting at tables. 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 keep her head down through the repast, but couldn't help looking up to see who was watching. She shivered every fourth dimension she made eye tangency. Feeling dehumanized and More worthless each time.

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

After the meal, concession took them back to the kitchen. He had made agreement ahead of time. Otherwise they wouldn't have been allowed in the eating house in the first topographic point.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wednesday she found herself stepping into an significant client meeting. Wearing a blouse that exposed an unbecoming measure of her monumental cleavage. As well as a dame that was immodestly dead and slit up one position, showing off the top of her stocking.

Her partner in the merging was Bev. An quondam charwoman who Wendy had beaten out for a packaging almost a year ago. They had been virulent rivals before that. Now they were alive antagonist. The sure-enough woman took every opportunity to cave Wendy's work.

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

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

Now it was almost as if she was the erstwhile womanhood's helper.

The client certainly seemed to consider so.

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

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

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

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

Bev wanted to abase the girl like she had been humiliated when she was passed over. She grinned at Wendy's back. Her round ass nearly exposed by her inadequate skirt as she bent over the mesa.

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

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

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

"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 prostitute. You're just a lying, manipulative bitch. Probably slept your way to your position. Didn't you !"The elder woman continued to punctuate her word with sharp slaps on Wendy's now air asscheeks.

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

Of course of instruction, where she was, was bent over a put over getting spanked by a co-worker.

Wendy clenched her centre shut in disgrace when she said,"Yes. That's right-hand. I'm terrible at my job. I ... I manipulated and ... and used my body."There were tears in her shut down optic when she admitted,"I'm a concluded whore, and don't deserve my job."

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

subsidisation was slowly and successfully dehumanizing the young couple. Ian was further along than Wendy. things like wearing adult female's clothes all the time and not being allowed to drive, constantly ground away at his ego.

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

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

The world-class ... Quiet Time. Between four and nine in the eventide, on weekdays, she was to wear some form of ball gag.

"fancy woman are to be seen. Not heard."He had told her."guild has incorrectly taught you that should induce a voice."Her brutal 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 oral fissure. former shoppers staring and smirking at her.

The second common soldier humiliation ... T-mail. Before she could require the gag out she had to uncase, 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 unembellished cunny. Then a piece each across her big breasts. Making sure enough to cover her mammilla.

At her leisure she was to shoot the tape off. fasting or slow, was her choice. number 1 her breasts. Then her pussy. Always leaving her tegument raw and burning.

The tape across her fork was then to be mailed to Grant.

She found it humiliating to have got to write out his name and address, then list the number of whisker pulled on the vertebral column of the gasbag. Usually ‘ zero hairs'as Ian plucked her nearly every day.

The 3rd chagrin was that they were to retain separate rooms. The passe-partout bedroom was to belong to their master. During the week they had to sleep alone in their own room. Their mansion 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 retentive to cook at home. Ian was told to do that. He had a pinko apron with white frilly edging. And the password ‘ the dutiful wife loves to serve'printed on it.

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

It was Fri good afternoon. Wendy had stopped by to piece up her sissy husband from study. earliest she had been given a in conclusion word of advice at work for dress computer code violation.

Duncan James Corrow Grant had quickly fucked her over his desk. pressing her big tits and her brass against the firmly Ellen Price Wood as he thrust into her. Then he took his naked favourite to the breakroom.

There he led them to a metallic skillet on the replication. Set on a big hot home it was noticeably making the room heater.

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

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

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

Her oculus filled with bust as her gang ‘ clunked !'succeeding to Ian's quickly melting atomic number 79.

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

Wendy packed up her function. Tears in her eyes and a lowering weightiness in her chest.

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

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

thing got defective when Bev came in to gloat."Finally got what you deserve ? well exclusion, you trash."The older woman grinned with her branch 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 woman just shook her psyche.

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

Wendy wanted to refuse. To yell at the adult female to depart.

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

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

The womanhood finally let go and made the new woman kneel. Bev took a moment to simper down at her rival. She savored her victory over the younger woman. Then she pulled a big jar out of the release. dear.

The former woman poured it all over Wendy's soundbox. Mostly from the neck down. bout filled Wendy's middle as the sticky goo began to insure her beautiful eubstance.

The submissive woman shivered as the goopy dear covered her big mamilla. As it seeped into her private parts. Like a goliath dear bee jizzing all over her.

Bev chuckled, relishing her power over the subservient 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 excitement ran through the older woman as her finger massaged down between the beautiful brunette's thighs. She ignored her iniquitous 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 reminder of your place in the world."Bev said as she pressed the feathers all over Wendy's sticky dead body. Making for sure to enshroud the little girl's pillowy chest. And taking an special large smattering and mashing it forcefully against Wendy's cunny.

Then she made the young woman get dressed over her honey and feathers. She actually helped the humiliated girl end up packing. Then escorted her all the way out to her car. Past snickering, former co-workers. Giving her a jaunty waving and smile as she drove off.

The feather were scratchy under her clothes, and Grant laughed when he saw them.

She had hurried past Ian's desk outside. assignment's door was slammed in the sissy's face, though he could recount his wife was upset. He wasn't allowed to soothe her. His heart breakage just a piddling as he sat down. His fingers rubbing where his ring had been.

concession made Wendy landing strip, then kneel under his desk. She spent the balance of the day there. Sucking and licking her master's pecker. Feeling soiled and clog up covered in the viscid honey and scratchy feathers.

That's where she spent the rest of the week. There or on Duncan Grant's office couch typing up tone on a laptop.

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

Ian gave the swart client a provisional smile as he took the man's empty-bellied cup. Duncan James Corrow Grant had left him waiting in receipt while he finished a call.

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

Ian could just barely see his married woman as the room access opened. She was naked and bent over Cary Grant desk. Her ass toward the door. Her wrist joint and ankle joint spread and tied the the wooden desk.

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

Soon Ian winced when he heard the sharp tornado ! of the swath through the doorway. His wife's do-or-die cries over and over in response as she was abused.

Unbidden, his lilliputian sissy hump got hard.

This was the way it should be. Him, alone and humiliated in adult female'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 wonderful husband.

They snuggled together after failing to make stamp, formula love life.

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

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

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

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

"A oppose negligee too. You pathetic wimp."She told him. So he pulled on a blank lacing top. One that didn't cover his disgraceful genitals.

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

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

This was it. This was the only metre Ian even felt half a man. With his phallus in his wife. Even this had been tainted by Grant. He was impotent if he wasn't reminded how much of a sissy he had become.

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

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

He had to wake early than his wife. When he slipped out of bed he put on heights heels. Not his work heel. These are just for around the sign of the zodiac. Then he pulled on a baby down in the mouth housecoat over his nightdress.

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

Then he went back upstairs where he had to take a gurgle bath. ‘ pink Dreams'was his brand. Ian would be measured to plane off any offending hairs on his sissy organic structure.

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

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

The makeup board is something Grant bought him. A girly place made for a sissy. It was white wood with pink frilly cloth stapled to the edges. With a big mirror and plenty of draftsman. It had a oppose chairperson with a fancy back, and pink upholstered seat. Also with flounce.

Ian would take ten or fifteen minutes getting his composition right.

Then he would overstretch on a wearing apparel or a skirt and blouse. He would get in the car on the rider side and his wife would drive them to work.

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

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

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

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

Ian knelt on the floor in strawman. He wore a pink lacing bra and matching step-in. He held Ian's right on foot by the ankle and heel.

Slowly the milksop licked his foreman's foot. His knife would impress up one side. He would kiss, ten suck a toe. Then he would solve back down.

Grant loved the way the sissy's natural language felt on his fundament. Not quite tickling. Just a gruntle pleasance. On top of the blowjob, he could finger his coming coming fast.

The cruel foreman groaned as he shot his load in Wendy's sass. The beautiful woman desperately swallowing his slimy jizz.

Then he pushed her to the storey next to her husband. Obediently she picked up his left foot. She looked up at him and met Grant eyes. Looking humiliated as she sucked his big toe in her oral cavity.

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

The submissive couple continued to sop up and kiss their overlord's feet. Humiliated, but obedient on the floor before him.

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

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

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

Ian would feature to sneak back to watch.

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

Wendy led him into the rearwards hall and out of mountain. A minute of arc later Ian got up to follow.

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

"Excited to watch your wife with another man ?"The tall man stepped forward with each word. Forcing the sissy back by his mere presence. Down the hall. Past the lav. Into a minuscule storage room.

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

"Ha ! Silk step-in. I figured."The stranger tugged Ian's drawers down. Revealing his ignominy. Then he slapped Ian across the human 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 tenacious pecker. Tapping it against Ian's side."Give us a skilful suck, boy."The old man said.

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

Outside, just pes away, Wendy was on her knee too. Her case bobbing up and down on the fat man's lap as he moaned.

She pleasured a everlasting stranger as if her marriage vows meant nil. She had just walked up to him and asked, ‘ want me to lactate your dick in the alley ?'like a common prostitute.

Because that's what she was.

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

She could find her top tear as he yanked it open to paw at her breasts. Roughly mauling her giant star teat once he set them free.

Wendy moaned with pain in the ass and luxuria.

Inside the old man chuckled each meter he thrust his cock deep in the gagging sissy's throat. He had a handful of Ian's haircloth painfully grabbed on each side of his capitulum and was roughly face fucking the wimp. Ian had bout in his eye from the rough treatment.

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

Obediently, the sissy didn't deglutition. Opening his sass to show the old man. Trying to ignore the warm, disgusting, muck on his tongue.

"Ha ! Good. Wonderful. You really are just a sissy."The old man watched Ian. Gloating in his mastery of the young man. Savoring Ian's chagrin. A stranger's jizz pooled on his pansy glossa.

Finally he put his turncock away and zipped up his gasp."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 pants and walked away from her without another word. Leaving the cum dumpster there in the back street with the rest of the ice.

Later Grant's escort laughed at the pathetic twain. Wendy and Ian were naked. On their human knee in Hiram Ulysses Grant's back yard. Their shtup were in the air and cheeks pressed to the mud as the blonde sprayed them with chilli H2O from the hose.

The loving couple faced each former. Their heads touching. Their bodies shivering in the moth-eaten water.

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

Grant had found it hilarious that Ian sucked off the old man. Now he was letting his engagement ill-treat them as a frame 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 firm.

assignment grinned as he put his boot against Wendy's ass."meter to go domicile slut."He shoved her forward into the mud.

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

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

On Billy Sunday Ian invited chow over for tiffin. They chatted happily through the meal, though Ian had butterflies in his sissyish tummy.

Grant had ordered this meet up.

After luncheon Ian blurted out his line of reasoning. Worried that if he waited too long he would lose his cheek.

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

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

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

Ian nodded. Not able-bodied to encounter his friend's eyes."You can have a go at it 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 Chuck now.

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

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

Chuck found Wendy in the master chamber. He didn't know that it wasn't really theirs anymore. She sat on the edge of the bed in a red lace flip-flop and curve Patrick Victor Martindale White crop top. She stood when he entered.

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

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

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

"Anything."Wendy gasped.

chow 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 couple light slap. Smiling at how submissive she was. He reached down and lifted her top. Pinching her mamilla and squeezing her big breast.

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

"Tell me you want my cock."He ordered. Rubbing her wet cunny. His fingers pressed between her facing pages second joint.

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

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

Now she was his fun thing. He had no respect for her as a person. Only as an physical object to be fucked. Something to lease joy from.

Wendy shook through a minor coming as grub's dick slowly pushed into her. She moaned and groaned as he got into his musical rhythm. Slapping her ass in time with his thrusts.

chuck felt better than he had ever imagined as he plowed Ian's wife. When he was quick he finished in the solely way that seemed appropriate.

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

He left without saying a give-and-take to the whore, or the sissy. Their friendship broken.

Though perhaps he would be back to sleep with the big titted slut. He would guess about it anyway.

Duncan Grant didn't fuck Ian much anymore. Not since Wendy became his assistant. workplace after chow's visit was different.

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

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

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

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, Ian. He's a genuine objet d'art of shit. Or so my whore William Tell me."He grabbed Ian's hair, yanking his head up.

"Unh ! Unh ! Uh-huh !"Ian gasped. His surd picayune pud slapping up and down.

"You will take Wendy to him. propose her to that piece of shit. give way her to him for the night."

Ian moaned loudly as he came. He hated his father. Hated him for what the roughshod man did to him and his female parent when he was unseasoned. 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."Duncan Grant gloated as he came in his emasculate pet's ass.

Patrick groaned as he lifted his bulk from the wear upon lounge. 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 menage was run down, and in a bad neighborhood. One of the front windows was spiderwebbed with cracks.

The match stood waiting on the porch. Ian in a shortsighted pink sundress. Wendy in a dreary miniskirt and white halter with no bra. Her black ring of color clearly visible through the slenderize textile.

They both wore matching white stockings.

When the door finally opened, Ian's breath caught in his throat. The man who had made his puerility a life blaze grinned down at him.

Wrinkly, older, his muscles 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 little pansy. Finally dressing like he always wanted."Patrick chuckled as he looked his son up and down."And you show up with a harlot ?"

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

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

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

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

Ian took a deep breath."I ... I'm a sissy cuck. My ... master demanded that I offer you my married woman for the night. To do whatever you want to her."Ian found himself looking at his feet as he explained. slick magazine, white eminent hound over his white stockings. He couldn't bring himself to look his wife or his Father in the heart.

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

Patric pulled the brunette into a close up embrace."There's an old kennel out back. Grab a mantle and go sleep out there. While I rock this bitch's world."

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

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

With tears in his oculus, the sissy stepped into the fenced in doghouse. He wrapped the blanket around himself and cuddled in the large dog house as a second story windowpane opened. Shedding some light on the back yard.

Soon he could hear his married woman gasping with sexual delight. His father's own fuck groan sending shake down his spine. The casual sharp cinch of a hand striking skin would conduct across the yard. Spanks or slaps, Ian had no way of knowing.

It was a farseeing Nox. His father seemed to have the staying power of a xx year old.

In the morning, Ian gently sucked on his father's ballock. The old man's hitch dick rested against the sissy's face. slipperiness with brisk 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 snack of Bacon and goner. The sissy on his knee joint before his father. 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 with child time with your old man."He taunted.

Wendy was laying across her passe-partout's lap. nude person except for a black supporter and stockings. And her richly cad. Her ass was red and throbbing from a spanking. She moaned quietly as Grant fucked her with two finger's breadth.

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

"Saturday night I have a really fun plan for the two of you. Make sure as shooting you take additional care getting ready before you come over.

Wendy gasped as her professional's thumb flicked her sensitive clit. Her eubstance shivered as she was taken by a low coming.

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

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

With his fragile body plucked and his make up on he really did look like a girl. Even naked, his lilliputian sissy extrusion was well-situated to overlook.

She ordered him to put on a empurpled lace panty and nighty. Cropped to show off his still breadbasket.

On the bed he lay between her thigh. Licking her to orgasm as she squeezed her big tit and mentation about her master's stopcock.

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

She couldn't aid a strange feeling of shame as she sucked the sissy off. Like she was doing something no one would O.K. of.

Afterward they held each other lovingly. Drifting asleep together.

They were both dressed in cute gray cocktail garb. Short and a bit untoward, though impersonal for most of the activities their sea captain had called upon them to do.

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

Ian's eyes went wide-cut with seismic disturbance, but Wendy just nodded her head teacher. She had little shame or modestness left after the go few weeks.

Grant drove them to a enceinte theater in a turn down class block near the drome. When they went in they were greeted by half a dozen washed out women in lingerie. And a fistful of men in tatty business sector courting.

Grant worked things out with the madam.

"Great. Ian comic strip to your underwear."The sissy had a sister wild blue yonder, silk bra and pantie. Along with White stockings. President Grant made him kneel near the entering and tied the pantywaist's wrists behind his backrest.

He wrote ‘ PLEASE, nookie MY cocotte WIFE. $ 50'on Ian's tum in hot pink lipstick.

Wendy changed into a white, short lacing skirt and agree camisole. She was by a large gross profit margin the most attractive cleaning woman there.

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

Soon the first John paid for Ian's wife. An older man, he paid the gentlewoman with a acknowledgment carte du jour who gave him a dollar and book of instructions in payoff.

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

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

The evening turned into a long dark of clam broadsheet, fucks and smack. Fourteen men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end.

Ian spent near of the night with binge in his eyes. His heart breaking a little more each fourth dimension a stranger led his wife away.

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

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

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

He was excited about the orders he had to give the pathetic match. The next division of his master design.

Ian put on a cute pink bra and panty set. With little blue arc on his pelvis and in between the cupful. He also had a white supporter and stockings and a niggling downcast bow in his hair's-breadth.

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

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

They took a deep breather. Then walked out into the sunny day of their back yard.

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

When they started on the strawman railyard they drew onlooker. Cars slowed down as they passed. Neighbors peeked out of windows.

Wendy, sweaty and nearly nude as she pushed the mower. Ian looking like a Viola tricolor hortensis in cleaning lady's underwear as he knelt and weeded the flush bed.

"I'm not sure 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 party with the boys."Wendy told Ian.

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

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

Wendy led him to his room. Now fully decked out like a teen girl's bedroom, as Ulysses S. Grant had purchased humiliating particular for him. In addition to the princess amour propre, the bed was a garden pink frilly canopy nightmare. unadulterated with half a dozen fluffy pillows and stuffed animals. The wallpaper was white with pink hearts. There was a ping armchair in one corner and a big wooden rocking gymnastic horse in another. Big enough that Ian could use it with just a bit of discomfort. One rampart even had two notice on it. One was of three stripped down sexy firemen. The other a sexy vampire man with a big bulge in his pants.

Ian had been ordered to wank three times a hebdomad while staring at the posters.

Wendy opened his dresser and pulled out a sneak yellow, lace bra and panty set. Then a short, naughty frock with a pleated skirt and a button up top. His bra was visible through the white cloth. A distich of snowy high heels and a blue hair bow completed his ensemble.

"No stockings ?"He asked a little disappointed. He actually liked when they wore pair stockings. Without their mob it had become a strange form of closeness to them both.

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

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

Wendy's sleeping room was a bit more pure. Plain bed, toilet table and small vanity.

She was getting more emotional by the moment though. Surely Ulysses S. Grant hadn't told the others what he had done to her. The evening would aid her smell like her old self. Hanging out among old friends.

She pulled out a pink silk G-string and matching half cup bra. Wondering if they would play any of those stripping game. Usually she was only willing when she was drunk. Tonight though ...

The opinion of real men seeing her in her sexy underwear turned her on. The bra couldn't even successfully cross her nipples. Her little Chuck Berry would be on showing for all to see.

She pulled on a tenuous tank-top. grayness so her ring of color didn't display through, though her mammilla were clearly outlined in the cloth.

Then a pair of tight workout boxers to match. Small enough that the bottom edge of her asscheeks were visible.

Then they were in the car and on their way.

They walked around the incline of Hanks planetary house. They could discover hoi polloi on the terrace. Wendy smiled as she turned the corner and saw her Friend.

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

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

"Lookin salutary, Ian !"baronet said in what seemed like a merry voice, though the pantywaist thought he caught a predatory boundary to the man's part.

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

"Ah ! The whore of honor has arrived. And her pathetic milksop cuck."Ulysses Simpson Grant announced as he stepped out of the mansion behind them.

Ian saw a shudder run through Wendy. The shock on her face. The thin veneer of normality she had built for herself shattering.

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

Grant stepped close and put an arm around Wendy's waist. He could palpate the beautiful adult female trembling as he hugged her."The boys have been waiting to see more of you fore some time."He brazenly reaches for her big tits with his free hand. Squeezing them in front man of the crew. Savoring the ruin feeling of despair on her beautiful face."I've told them all about your new view in my company."

"Yeah, on your knees, loose woman !"Tilda called out. Wendy shuddered at the spite in the chubby woman's interpreter.

"Let's get this political party started."Duncan Grant grinned, licking the side of Wendy's neck. He moved her up on the patio, so everyone could get a upright 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 position. Away from the son and his married woman. She lay down on a lounger and pulled him down next to her bulk."They're going to wreck your whore married woman, sissy."She whispered in his ear.

On the patio, Wendy gripped the can of her tank-top. She didn't have enough ego left to reject. Her ego deference had been burned away by assignment. If the men she considered her sometime, and best friends wanted to abuse her ... she wouldn't resist.

The gathered boy cheered as she pulled the grey shirt over her chief. Her knockout mamilla seeable just above the half-cup bra.

She turned and bent way over to rend her shorts down. Obediently making certainly the show was exciting for the men. The thin out material 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 early. Hiding her tits as the pink bra fell to the ground.

The boys cheered again when she revealed her titty with a little flourish. Looking to Ulysses S. Grant for approval.

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

Wendy nibbled her lower lip. Then quickly pulled her panties off. She stood before the men in all her nude statue nimbus. Waiting for her side by side indignity.

"I think the boys deserve an apology for the way you've treated them. Keeping your kickshaw for yourself. Or spoiled, for that sissy."

He stepped up and pushed her to her hired man and knee joint."Crawl ..."He sneered, savoring the Scripture."Crawl to each man and say your sorry. Then kiss his penis to show your submission."

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

"Holy fuck !"Ben gasped as she gave his cock a foresighted kiss.

Then she crawled to the next man. Another shaft kiss. This prison term with a little glossa. As she crawled away he slapped her circle ass hard. Leaving a soft red manus print.

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

On the dallier, fat Tilda had pulled off Ian's attire. She was grinning and giggling as she watched Wendy humiliated. Her hand was in Ian's chicken, lace panties. She pinched and pulled on his tiny shaft as Wendy debased herself.

Most of the men had pulled out their phones and were taking motion-picture show of the beautiful raw woman as concession made her vex.

"You want the boys to give something to remember this dark by, don't you ?"He asked her as he made her bend over a professorship."Wiggle that cute ass for the camera."He ordered. The naked char obediently obeyed.

Over and over she posed. On her mitt and genu, kissing Ulysses Simpson Grant's brake shoe. On a chair, her branch wide, finger's breadth pulling her pussylips apart. On her knee joint, squeezing her big tits together and licking her lips for the photographic camera.

Tilda has stripped and forced the pantywaist to the terra firma. His face buried between her meaty thighs. She moaned and squeezed her own tit as he licked her wet cunt.

The boy lifted Wendy up and placed her on another lounge chair. Hank pulled her arms above her head and tied her articulatio radiocarpea to the soma, 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 future part."He pushed a rubber chunk gag into her mouth."You always thought of us as your friend. We always thought of you as another cunt to fuck."He gave her a sneer as he tightened the gag's strap.

Wendy's fountainhead was spinning as Hank lay down on top of her. Then she moaned as his big cock penetrated her lost snatch.

The big man groped her nipple. Squeezing unnecessarily hard as he fucked her. He grunted as his cock speared deep inside the boundary beauty.

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

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

By the time they were done, Wendy's cunt was a gap great deal. Sore and caked with jizz. She had been brought to a handful of hefty orgasms, and lay there exhausted.

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

The fat adult female settled her bulk on the beautiful fix. Straddling the bound girls grimace. She rubbed her crotch against Wendy's sass, already wet from Ian's snatch licking.

Wendy obediently licked and sucked the fat womanhood's snatch. A break one's back even to other women's joy.

The boys laughed as Ulysses S. Grant forced Ian to crawl between his wife's legs. Submissively the sissy began to lap up the Alpha's cum.

Ulysses S. Grant stood behind the weakly interacting massive particle and raised a leather belt. Ian squealed as he was whipped. The leather kissing a rail line of fire through his lace panties.

Finally the boys started to depart. Joking and marveling over the film they had taken, the abuse they had given, and the potentiality for the time to come.

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



Monday Cary Grant had his two pet in his office. A marvellous man with a sparse mustache and an expensive courtship sat on a chair in the corner watching.

"I'm very proud of the two of you. I think you are ready for the next step on your journeying. Strip naked."He ordered the couple.

"This is Mr. Jorst."Their schoolmaster explained as the pair quickly got nude."He brought papers for you to sign that will reverse your pathetic excuse for a marriage."

Wendy and Ian both gasped as they removed the hold up of their dress. Ulysses S. Grant grinned at the duo. Waiting to see if either would protest.

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

"Uhrum. Now. These papers state the wedlock is unlawful as Ian has never been a right man."The marvellous lawyer harrumphed at them."Would you say that is correct missy ?"

Wendy hesitated, then gave a slight nod. Mr. Jorst showed her the dozen slur on the written document that she had to subscribe or initial.

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

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

There were tears in her heart as she signed the written document. Though she didn't hesitate. Her boob slapped together as the marvelous lawyer fucked her from behind.

"Uh, hungh. good, good !"

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

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

When Ian had signed all the spots the tall man kept him there. Pushing him so his breast was across the annulment text file. 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 S. Grant, the attorney took the document and left.

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

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