With a loud smack she releases his glans and her gorgeous face tilts up to him, her petite hand tugging on his shaft. "Carlos," she promises, "I will ...ever be your wife, but I will always be your lover and friend. I am a sexual creature built for sex and have never shied from my purpose. I have made love to many men and women too. I am bestowing my talent and experience on you, and my friendship and companionship and intelligence." Her lips return to task, her tongue adding to it swirling. I told Jessica and Mary to being black men too, but they had to be open to fuck a sissy. Should they not be open, they were not welcomed to fuck any of us. That was the most important condition. All men must be black and open to fuck a sissy.We also bought matching lingerie. We all wore the same thing. A pair a glass platform shoes, red stockings, red lace panties and a red bra. We were dressing up like little sluts for Christmas. We dress like sluts because we are sluts. We want these men to. Maybe itwas having somebody with her, or maybe she now realized just how prettyshe could be. To be honest, she blew me away when she appeared a silkdress with her hair styled and her face beautified.I thought that she could be the girl of my dreams. But as it turnedout, Iris had put another idea into her head.She seemed to be on her best behavior. I put it down to the absence ofmale hormones in her body, or the new female ones that Iris hadprovided, or perhaps she was just becoming resigned. His hips rocked rapidly up and down, up and down, back and forth, to and fro, his buttocks flexing and unflexing. Under him, Vidya's body jerked and snapped with his thrusts, her swollen breasts bouncing wildly, the gold chain around her neck tossing, her feet locked in the small of his back. Her weep and lewd love-calls grew sharper, higher, and louder. "OH! Ohma uhh OH uh oh yeh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHH uhh OHH uh OH uh OHHHHH!" she called loudly in broken, staccato gasps. "C'mon, Ashok ... fuck.