He looked at me and smiled and made a movement with his free hand trying to pull up his t-shirt. I couldn’t believe this big stud was right in front...of me, struggling to get out of his clothes. My hands were trembling with excitement as I began to help him pull the t-shirt over his chest, while he chatted about how his wife had had to stretch it over his head and the sling that morning. I had to really pull and stretch the shirt up over his big chest and down his good arm and then up onto his. The final nailin the coffin was when I had my lawyer go and rewrite our prenup so I wouldget everything if he left me. Now I'm sure you're thinking that all that iscruel to your father and that he doesn't deserve all that, but you can goask him yourself, he likes dressing in girl clothes, sure it took a littleconvincing at first but he loves it now." Does he still work?" I asked."Yes, but he isn't in the office as often as he used to be, the companyruns itself now and he can do a lot of it from. The feeling of his slippery cock rubbing against my balls felt so good. Holding it in his hand he slid it back and forth. Then he pulled it out and slid it up over my tight virgin asshole. It felt so good and my cock was as hard as a rock and aching to cum.Slowly he put pressure on it trying to push its head slowly in but i was very tight. He took it away and lubed his finger and slid it deep into me. I moaned out of pain and pleasure, continuing this until my ass muscles were less. That would be more than enough time.A couple of hours later, he was flying low over the Arizona desert near the Mexican border. He was on final approach to an isolated landing strip.Upon landing, he went back to take care of Sandra. When he dumped her out of the crate, she stirred and hoarsely whispered. "Where am I? What's going on?" Nothing's going on, whore. You're just going to meet an old friend of mine. He'll be taking you to your new home. He will know what to do with a whore like.