Abby was in reception. “I’ll be right back” I said to my wife. “What” she exclaimed “you can’t leave me like this” “I won’t be lon... I said” “no” she almost shouted. Well this angered me a little I moved back to the bed and pulled out a ball gag from our box of toys. Forecfully with my wife complaining I pushed it in her mouth and tightens the straps hard. Then I leant down and whispered in her ear “remember the rules, I’m in charge now and you’ll do as your told. And remember last time I fucked. There should be plenty of leftovers.”“Does this happen often?” Maria Cristina asked.“Not really, no,” I replied. “In the past she’s been scheduled. This way, once they clear the trauma, she can come home. Being on call is actually a step up for her. When you’re a PGY1, you’ll get stuck with thirty-six-hour shifts on holidays so the most senior Residents and Attendings can have time off. Jess isn’t quite senior enough to escape being on-call for holidays.“In a couple of years she’ll be on the. Seeing this, dad said, "Why don't you fuck him?"George withdrew his hard shaft reluctantly, and mom straddled me and lowered herself carefully, holding my cock between her fingers. "Careful!" dad called. "Don't squish him!"Holding my cock, mom moved her pussy up and down my little shaft for a couple of minutes. And I thought I was virgin till I was eighteen! I babbled happily and flailed my hands around. Mom dismounted me and licked her juices off my cock. Then cradling me in her arms, she. The favor of a lifetime.““Come on, Julie, you’re my sister. I’ve always told you that if I could ever help you with something, all you had to do was ask. And yes, I would love to wear your dress. Looking like a bride has always been a dream of mine. Probably every crossdresser has that fantasy. But I never would put it on without your permission.”“OK, I think you are about to get your wish.”“You mean, you’ll let me wear your dress? Seriously?”“Yes, but here’s the catch. I want you to be the.