She then came over and we ate Trish's quivering pussy together. She came with such force that Jenna and I we coated with her spray.I laughed and looke... at Jenna. "You look like a glazed doughnut!"She didn't speak but we began to lick all Trish's cum off each others faces."Oh my god, that is so hot! Trish said." Come fuck me Jenna, please!"With that said I sat back and just took in the view. My wife was on her back being fucked by my transsexual mistress. Trish was in heaven; her beautiful hairy. It makes me sick to think of what I used to be. I know that I’m supposed to be a white bitch for black cocks now, I know that I was born to be a sissy slut.? Tears were forming in her eyes and I stopped her. ?Stop with the waterworks sweetie, you’ll ruin your makeup. Just go out there and make me proud.? She stood up and I made her turn around for me. She was breathtaking. I applied pressure to her shoulder and she bent forward for me without me having to ask. I pulled up the hem of her. Already undressed she sits comfortable just home from the airport where she dropped her man. He's off fishing again. She kissed him lovingly and wished him a good time knowing she would miss him and already did. Running her hand over her slit she thinks about that man of hers. He loves to touch her slit. It's gonna miss him while he's away. All this week he's been at it harder than usual. He gets this way before a trip. Sometimes she wonders about it. He took her, unlike before. His. 'Get on your knees. Put your forehead on the floor. Put your hands behind your back.' Her tone and presence were so commanding that I didn't hesitate.She unthreaded a lace from one of my deck shoes and tied my thumbs, the leather not tight but completely secure. 'Go over to the chest of drawers.'I started to get to my feet, but the belt cracked across my buttocks, the hardest of the three blows so far. 'You musty learn to do only what you're told.' I got back on my knees and started to move.