Then her tormented body went limp.John pulled her legs wide; the sight was mind-boggling. Cunt juice was everywhere. His sister was flowing like a hot...water tap. His cock was so hard it hurt."Are you okay, kid?" he asked. "How's your ass?She tried to smile at him, but it was an effort. "It feels wonderful," she said in a small voice, "but I feel so weak." Relax, kid. Rest a moment. Mary will have you climbing the walls in a minute."Carol turned her head and smiled at her sister-in-law."One day. I allowed him two days of regularity, Monday and Tuesday, along with one other day every other week of his choosing. No rules, expectations or anything, we were husband and wife. This also applied when my non-BDSM friends or his friends and families were over.On my thirty-fifth birthday, a party was thrown for me at the dancing place my mom and I own. This was for our BDSM friends and family. VT was in a sexy leather and lace outfit that made me wet just looking at him. A few of the other. I was in little danger of wetting myself — at least for two minutes — and I was tall enough to piss in the kitchen sink if it came right down to it. If Mark had been holding it for any length of time neither could be said for him.Mark shuttled into the bathroom, just in time from the sounds of things, and I stood in the hallway hopping from foot to foot."Oh, poor man," Carrie said from behind me. "Last in line. Well, yours is free." I have to wait until he's done," I said. "Sometimes he needs a. I thought it was a commonquestion for a girl or a trannie like myself and I told him that I didn'tquite like it, that the skirt was too all fashioned and heels weren'tmandatory so the girls sometimes looked scruffy and not classy like inother department stores.Then asked me again about the Office manager's uniform. "It is a lotbetter," I answered it is elegant with the above the knee cut, also thejacket fits nicely and of course all the girls use heels."Would you like to use one?" he asked.