Its been a few weeks since then and my mistresses have shown no mercy. i don't even own mens underwear any more . strickly my wife , the most importan... misstress of all insist my balls be covered with lace. i may wear a suit to work but theres pantys under that. She says its the only way a panty boy should dress. anyway my wife said she had a surprise for me when i got home from work . i couldn't wait to see what she had in mind. when i got home i walked into the house and my wife was. The very wickedness of it only made her enjoy it more. With some careful maneuvering, he brought his cock to the opening of her cunny while still spooned against her back. She tilted her hips to him. ‘Ah, Daisy,’ he sighed as he eased his length into her moist passage. ‘Ah, there we are, love. Is that nice?’ ‘Very nice,’ Constance said. For it was, very nice indeed, and terribly naughty as well to feel him enter her while calling her by another woman’s name. He went slowly, holding her close.. “Oh my God, you are beautiful.” he said as I undressed him. By the time I got his tie andshirt off, he couldn’t wait any longer and kicked off his pants and pulled me down on the bed.Overcome by desire, he dropped between my legs and pushed inside me, barely making it beforehe exploded. When he finished, he kissed me hungrily and pulled my bra and thong off easily.“I want to live a fantasy with you.” he said and I nodded, desire throbbing through me ashe feathered his hand over my nipples. “I. The shapeless bulk stirred as she pushed her hindquarters up into the cold night air and let the chill of the coming winter cool her feverish cheeks. They were splotched with redness and even fleck or two of blood where her arm swung a bit too ardently in search of her required penitence.Sister Mildred peered into the darkness thinking she heard a low growling moan of frustration. All she could see was a void of blackness like the bottomless hole of a well gone dry. She buried her head in her.