“I’m in need of a mistress,” I smile, gasping my words as Tom’s cock sends electric pleasure into my colon, “to help me train my little, ana..., whore.” I pinch my fingers together, and push my entire fist into my daughter’s ass. Her eyes flash open, and she screams just like I want her to. I feel her warm, tender, anal skin gripping my fist like a vice, and I feel the pain and pleasure-induced contraction of her rectum. Eleanor doesn’t miss a beat. She places her palms flat on either side of. Will you read on?? Ok so I'm not going to tell you I was forced onto hormones, I didn't get huge breast implants or permanent makeup tattooed on my face. I cannot go out in public and pass as a beautiful genetic female. But if you read on I will tell a true story of one of my early experiences with my wife after she caught me secretly crossdressing in her clothes, masturbating hard as a rock ready to cum. (that was my first of many to follow ruined cum). I promised her the world so to speak (my. That timid angel was not this Sally, she seemed a tall blonde vixen!Mavens returned looking grim and stoic as always and calmly announced the playroom was ready to receive guests. I reluctantly let go of Sally’s delicate hand as she trailed after those half-cut old men, some disrobing already as Mavens tutted to himself picking up after them. “How many in tonight?” He almost smiled surprising me! “Twenty tonight sir, I laid out prophylactics and lubricant for the lady as requested. Do you. ' Amy replied, 'Thanks, I'd like that.' Mrs Potter said, 'The lady is question is called Clare, a 43 year old mother of two. She has blonde shoulder length hair and slightly overweight which is exaggerated by her large breasts. She is a nurse and often rides a motorbike, mainly because she likes the feel of the throb between her legs.' The shop was about to close when Clare came in. Mrs Potter introduced her to Amy and they locked up the shop and went into the back office. Mrs Potter said, 'OK.