She could tell it was a man touching her cause those hands feltanything but dainty. They were big and rough. Being touched by a manespecially in such ...ntimate spaces grossed her out completely.Having cupped a good feel of the sissy's caged cock John moved his handfurther down to where the butt was resting on the floor. Pushing up hemade his desire for her to lift her butt clear. Something Marcyreluctantly did knowing she was trapped no matter what. That first slaphad proved resistance brought. It was Christmas Day in California, where his home was. He fired up Skype and waited for an answer. They must have been waiting, because the response was almost immediate."Hey!" said Carol Hollerith, his wife of nearly fifteen years. "Where are you, hon?"It was their usual greeting. She'd ask and he'd answer as he always did. "I'm not home, that's for sure." She knew he couldn't say. But if he ever answered in any other way, she'd know that he was in trouble, somewhere.The relief on her face. " You want them back. Of course that's not quite the same as really needing them." I teased. This was fun, having the shoe on the other foot for a change. "What I mean is, you wouldn't really need them right now unless, of course, you didn't have any on now. Is that the case?" I paused, but got no answer. That was OK. If I needled her long enough, she'd tell me. "Are you wearing panties now Alice? Or are they mysteriously missing?" I grinned, adding to her discomfort. "Did you somehow forget to. I looked up, still crying, to see the guy holding himself deep inside my wife as she finished twitching, her hips bucking up against his. Julie let out a soft coo as her orgasm subsided. "Did you just cum?”, the guy asked me wife. “Fuck yes.”, Julie said contently. Everything about her had softened. Her reply caused all three guys to laugh slightly. “Well get ready for a few more”, the guy said as he resumed the piston-like motion. “And from now on, I want you to let us know when.