Ariel walked down the stairs to the kitchen and made Captain Crunch. Her parents were sitting at the main Dining Room table, pulling their classic ‘...tare at each other and act like we have the best marriage ever’ thing. Which was definitely a very big lie. They may have loved each other a long time ago, but as far as Ariel could see, they should just give up. She hoped her appearance wasn’t noticed, and she could sneak back up the stairs. ‘Ariel dear, can you come here for a minute?’ ‘damn. I walked down to the kitchen, and turned on the news as I made breakfast. Master always likes to hear about the news after being woken up, he likes to know whats going on in the world. So after our morning pleasure sessions, and Master is getting dressed I recite if there is any big news happening in the world. It being just a boring old Thursday, nothing interesting is happening, and the newscasters are going off about the weather being a perfect seventy-two degrees. I sing and dance to myself. Slowly I began to move. Pulling my cock back, enjoying the sensation of the warmth and slippery lubricants, sheathing my turgid pole. Then I would drive back in, driving my cockhead like a drill bit, searching for the ultimate depths that I could achieve. Mariam was helping me with the tempo. We were in synch. Each of us wanting to dissolve into a frenzy of salacious fucking, but neither of us wanting to crest the cliff too soon. I watched Mariam’s eyes. I listened to her moan. I felt the needs. Your breasts are- well - rather large, your dress is feminine and cumbersome with allthe petticoats and from the neck up you're a male. We purposely didn'tgive you a wig or makeup. You're just plain absurd looking. We wantyou to feel comfortable obeying any command your wife may give. "Rest assured, she will not command anything that would harmyou or any one else. We have a strict code of safety and guidelines tofollow. She will never ask or expects you to approach, talk to, touchor in any many.