“Cum, bitch,” he said. The spasms rocked her aching, throbbing body and her hips lifted towards him with a will of their own, as if begging him to...fuck her, but he did not, he simply left her there, laying in torn stockings on the cold floor of the cell where she was imprisoned. She was humiliated as she lay there but was strangely exhilarated too, she found herself thinking about it, about performing for him and she became intensely aroused once more. He never raised a hand or even his voice. "Well...good morning sleepy head," she teased, "Thought you might sleep the day away." I looked at the clock which read 7:22, and gave her a grunt. "I was sitting outside on the patio having coffee and getting my feather straight," she said. She had changed out of her black nightie, and was wearing the white nylon robe from the day before, but had a pair of black heels on. I could see she wasn't wearing a bra, and as she turned to refill her coffee mug, the morning sun shining on her nylon robe. But Dan's boss had invited him on a hunting trip this weekend, which explained why Dan was up and getting dressed at this ungodly hour.Dan hadn't been very enthused about going hunting, since he much preferred to spend the weekend using his prick on his voluptuous wife, shooting into pussy rather than stalking a defenseless deer. But he had deemed it politic not to turn down an invitation from his boss, hoping that socializing might lead to promotion.Diana had been a bit disappointed, too,. I would spend theentire weekend in my mother's clothes. Tanya's clothes were so muchprettier but came nowhere near fitting me so I was stuck wearing mymother's clothes, and the few I was able to buy myself. This was nothingnew; I had spent several weekends dressed up as a girl with my bestfriend Wallace. We would play house with me being the wife and he beingmy husband. We had known each other since the year one and were the bestof friends. Growing up, we had done the usual cross dressing but I.