That’s what’s happening. You should get used to it.” After a while, maybe half an hour, I guess we slowed down and then reversed into somewhere... The engine stopped and the back doors opened. “Welcome to your new home slaves,” said a voice that I knew immediately. Hubby has a very distinctive accent so I knew it was him, but in another second he was there. “This is the place I just bought,” he said. “Wow,” I thought “just how much has he made from selling us on the TV. How many more slaves. Her man's foreskin didn't peel back until he was already inside, causing that slender tip to bloom out into its proper mushroom shape, exposing his most sen-si-tive bits to her inner walls. "Oooohn!"What a sight the two of them made... On top of the creaky, bouncing bed, Gwen was shifted onto her knees, her hands coming down to grip and squeeze her own thighs. Peter was sitting between her broad thighs, his cheek resting on her shoulder. His tongue was out, flopping lewdly on her back, a steady. I wasted no time stripping off and sliding on the sexy underwear, next I found her makeup bag and applied some red lipstick and black mascara. that was when I heard the front door open, my mum was home early!! I tried to hide but before I could she strode into my bedroom and said "well what do we have here" I whispered "mum, I like wearing girls clothes" "well of course you do I've known for years and I've been preparing for this day, I came home early on purpose just to catchmy little sissy. It’s one of the ones where the sales associates all wear the same athletic uniform. In our store, it changes from week to week, and I’m the one who decides. Given my other fetishes, it often includes spandex or tight nylon in one form or another. I’ve got a small workspace off to the side of the cash registers , where I handle the usual day-to-day stuff that keeps a retail store moving. I’ve also got an ISDN line to the net and that’s where I get my fix of erotica whenever the mood strikes..