"Feel your pussy. That's a good girl. Put your finger inside, and feel how wonderful it feels when you stimulate your nerves. What kind of pussy is...that, Arnie?" A girl's, Mistress." Excellent. Can you feel your skin, your hair, your lips. Lick those lips, Arnie. What kind are they?" A woman's Mistress," confessed Arnie, his mind somewhat confused."What are you, Arnie?" I'm Arnie. I'm a woman? No, that's not right," said a confused Arnie."Don't you think that Arnie is to masculine? I. I loathe you for making me stay here so long but I want to make you happy so I comply to your rough orders." Leg up now!" you shout.I feel a rope tied to it from above. What did you do while I was sleeping? "Other leg!" you bark. I lift my other leg so now my arms are cuffed over my head and my legs are up like a V. You pull the plug out viciously and without warning, I had totally forgot it was there! My hole gaped from being stretched for hours and with my leg in a V its very easy for you to. "Sorry. It must have beensomething that disagreed with me."Victoria and I were a bit concerned as Jess had been very ill a few weekspreviously with some sort of bug that kept making her sick for days. Butshe seemed okay for the rest of the day.Two days later the same thing happened. Victoria went to talk to Jessand she looked ashen when she came back. "She has missed her period andwe think that she might be pregnant." But how? She's on the pill." I was puzzled."When she was ill recently she. The bar was packed with young guys and girls ogling my wife and her two friends. My wife seemed to really enjoy serving drinks and bending over to display her small tits and perky nipples to the customers. Her and her friends made a small fortune in tips that day for working only four hours. On Saturday she drew in $300 in one day.Three weeks later I came back early from a business trip one Friday night and I was really surprised when I saw my wife parading around the bar in a thong bikini and.