My sis’s son married smita after she eloped with him.she was 20 then married for 2 yrs now.they dont have any issue by now and they used to fought a...lot these days it was dark inside at 3pm.i came out of my room to ask sis for a cup of tea.suddenly i collided with a body and trying to balance myself stretched my hands forward.and with the door screen separating both of us myhand touched a soft mound.i now knew it was smita and reflexly squeezed her boob as if by accident.ouch,she cooed softly. I stared down at my hands for a moment, refusing to look at Ted. How could I. I was blushing badly, feeling more embarrassed than I'd ever been in my life, which after the last two days was saying a lot."The hormones" I muttered to myself. My new female hormones had to be the reason. What else could make me think about Ted that way? I took a deep breath, then told myself "Take it easy. Control yourself" Slowly I forced myself to look away from my hands and my breasts, and look at Ted again.. I move my ass into His hand. The coolness feels so good against my hot ass. Master T has made my boobs dark red and marked nicely. He is licking my nipples and sucking hard on them. Master takes me down off the cross and lays me over the coffee table in the middle of the room and ties me to it. My hands are ties to one side where my head is over edge and my knees are tied to the other end. I am kneeling on the floor. Master T moves to my mouth and presents His cock to me. I open mouth. " Oh, it is not only a wonderful way to ensure the sissy remains in aconstant state of suffering, it is also a wonderful way of ensuring thesissy becomes focused entirely on her owner and in serving as perfectlyas she possibly can," Stephanie shared. "You see her only hope for mytaking mercy on her is if she serves me without blemish and maintains apositive, happy attitude in the process." And her outfit is so outlandish," I commented. "Do you have difficultymaking her wear such, well such.