“You’ve only told us half the story Dani, share your desires, remember we know your internet search history” said Mark. Dan sighed and continued...“I’m a pathetic sissy and I need to be locked up to control my manly desires and help me to become like a good girl, to learn to become Dani and act like a slutty woman. I want to be a sissy bitch to please the sexual desires of both you and my wife. Please sir, I beg you to lock my clitty up and deny me the right to orgasm.””Excellent” said Mark, “Did. He looked at the pretty face, now clean of his sticky deposit. He had let the crying wife wash her face and tits in the church lavatory. He of course had insisted to be in there with her as she sponged between those massive marble orbs… even helping her hold the vee of her neckline apart as she did so. Of course, he helped himself to a feel of those magnificent alabaster tits. His camera was not idle either. Claire Noakes knew that this was only the start. He had not said as much but knew that. You'd think they'd be grateful to have an escaped prisoner returned to them, even a wounded one, even after that prisoner had tried to kill an innocent member of the public, but as soon as they realised who I was, they insisted on letting me know that they still didn't like me; they still tried to trip me up. Once a con, always a con; their attitude was as clear as day. I treated their ridiculous, entirely speculative accusation that I had helped Sarah to escape with the contempt it deserved,. I place my lips at your waist band as I swirl my tongue underneath your lacey panties. I hear you gasp as you get aroused from my show of wanting. I rub my face against your thighs. Inhaling your scent. I lick your right thigh first starting to spell out the letters of the alphabet on you. You shiver. My husband walks over and moves his hands down your body until he gets to my head. He pulls my hair and shows me how he wants me to pleasure you. He moves me over your crotch as I rub my naked.