Everyone called her Gwen which somehow seemed more apt for a woman who stood only 4’9”. She was pretty, if not gorgeous, a pleasant face, short bl...ck hair, dark complexion and deep green eyes. Although short in stature her body was perhaps her best feature with full breasts and hips which caught ones eyes the moment she entered a room. A small waist and curvaceous legs completed her attention getting figure.But Cindy had been shy and retiring as a youngster, always being kidded about being so. However her husband Robert was not acting in that way as far asshe could see. He had persuaded her to go along with his dressing oncea month and they would play games with her acting as the mistress ofthe house and him the maid. Sarah wasn't keen on these games. She tooklittle pleasure in seeing her husband powerless through feminizationand she couldn't understand why he craved that kind of humiliation.Indeed as time went on and as Robert's monthly sessions becamefortnightly and then weekly. I sat still, contemplating the strong aftertaste in my mouth."Joe. Look at me." It was an order.I did. Well why not. It was a nice view, and why I was here."I'm going to give Duncan his treat, and I thought it would be appropriate if you were it? That is, you're the girl he's going to arse fuck. After all, it's only fair. You did me!"I was speechless.Not that I didn't know what to say ? I had plenty of things I wanted to say, starting with NO! ? but I couldn't actually say anything. It was like. Then he put his hands between my knees and gently moved my legs apart. I was shocked about my own arousal, because my muscles felt like mush, giving absolutely no resistance to those hands.Whatever was wrong with my legs was contagious. I had one arm folded across my boobs and my other hand protectively covering my mound. He just took my wrists and moved my hands to my sides, with no resistance…He did not just pounce on me. He took his time, running his hands over me, playing with my breasts.