A couple tugs to her polyester shorts reminded her that they were coming off soon. Some tears ran down her dainty skin and she began sobbing again, al...ng with clenching her legs together. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." I clicked my tongue. "I really thought you were gonna be a good girl." I laid her down on the merciless stone floor and sat on the small of her back, facing her ass. I unwove my leather belt from the denim loops and folded it in half. I could have utilized the metal buckle, but. Only womendo that. Why if I didn't know better..." her voice trailed off in achuckle as she reached forward and fondled his aching cock through hispanties.Even with his perfectly done make-up and dressed as he was in sexy highheels, seamed black stockings, and a bra and panty set dripping withribbons, bows and lace, Frankie looked absolutely dejected. It was alltrue. He had put on lipstick and now, as the two women hovered over him,he sat down once more and slowly began to put on the false. She had been having on going relationships with multiple partners. Men who I couldn't compete with in stature, endowment or masculinity. Her responses to these men showed a submissive sexual side that I wasn't aware of. I felt sick over the betrayal but I felt even worse over how I was simultaneously aroused to the point of ejaculation. Rather than confront her about it, I developed a secret obsession with being cuckolded. The relationship continued for another six months until the obvious. If it hurts that badly, we shall not do it again. Ready?”She nodded in agreement but hesitantly as well. Little by little, I completely entered her. Her eyes were shut tight.“Okay kareema, now look at it” I said. She looked at the cock.“Oh god! I did not even feel it that much! How did you do it?”“Oil power, eh! So…shall we?”“Yeah…and mom said she would not come today so we have time…ah!”She started moaning in my rhythm. After a few seconds, I started groping her boobs, putting my arms below.