He picked them up, folded the skirt and put it on the chair. My wife was standing in front of Roy in only her panties and pushing her chest out to him... He slid her panties down. She stepped out of them. She turned to the bed, pulled the covers down, and sat down on the sheet.“You are more beautiful naked,” he said.Laura’s face got redder. It could have been embarrassment, but it was at least partly excitement. I wondered when she’d last been naked with someone besides me.He stood in front of. She would sit there smoking herdark, thin French cigarettes, drinking espresso and telling Frankie abouther life. Frankie was living vicariously through her descriptive tales ofmen who begged for discipline, who groveled to be humiliated andsometimes hurt.Gwen had described outlandish sexual encounters and moments that madeFrankie's mind bend. He had no idea how she had gotten involved in thelife, but she had come through her twenties in one piece, now having alarge portfolio to show for her. I had discovered even before Dani divorced me, that there was an entire subculture out there, of shemales and men who were obsessed with them. I had been coming to this arcade even before my divorce, when I was still in the closet. Back then I would come in in regular street clothes, with a pair of high heels in my waistband, and lipstick in my pocket. And once in a booth I'd strip nude, put on the high heels, apply some lipstick, and wrap a bandana around my head, Aunt Jemima style, and wait. She’d go back to class smacking her lips, the fresh taste of cum lingering on her taste buds.Sonya had thought back on those times, and how much she loved being the little cum queen for all those young boys on the football team and in her classes. She remembered the stamina and endurance of those boys, and how her mouth and pussy were just buzzing after they’d taken turns using her. When she was shopping for dresses that day, she felt her pussy creaming just thinking about it. As she pawed.