The thin garters on his thighs as well as his fingernails and toenails were the same lovely shade of pink. He looked like a delicious pink and white ...essert. Just yummy!He was wearing a small part of his wedding gown… the veil. It was hung from a beautiful diamond comb in the top of his long dark hair. There was one ultra-sheer layer that surrounded his face and reached his chin. It framed but did not hide any of his beautiful facial features. He felt like he was inside a cloud. He felt. Black, hips and buttocks pumping furiously into his pliant andprostrate form, she was raping him! Immobilized by her superiorstrength and weight, feminized by her frilly nightie he was beingravished....and all he could feel was a sluttish inertia!He WAS a woman a slut and he would be her slave!To Mrs. Black his passive, unresisting submission brought out the worstin her; his very slavishness provoked her. An inner voice was tellingher that if she didn't break him, completely degrade him. Kimmy brought me a refill for my coffee, and I got back to work.September 19, 1989, Chicago, IllinoisMy wives and I were watching CNN with Elyse and Jorge just before bed. There was a strong Hurricane sitting off the east coast of Florida, and predictions were that it would strengthen again and make landfall somewhere along the Florida and Carolina coasts. Hurricane Hugo had already wreaked havoc on the US Virgin Islands and Puerto Rico. Jorge had managed to get in touch with his parents and. I put my arms behind me cupping my butt and looking over my shoulder,in a " come hither " kinda way. I slowly pulled the back of my panties down,as he pulled his beautiful circumsized boner out and began pushing it into my butt. Watching over my shoulder really excited me, to think, only two days before, this was just fantasy.I reached back and cupping his stubbled face,I kissed him passionately. I continued to watch as he slowly pumped in and out and around and around. "Oh Georgie." I sobbed..