She watched with gleeful, arousing satisfaction as her willing sissyobediently carried out her orders.Body language more than explained the unfolding ...vents as Michelle walkedto the furthest of the seven checkouts.Immediately she noted not a shuffling, embarrassed figure but one filledwith an apparent confidence. Michelle's gait certainly wasn't masculinebut on the contrary seemed to flow almost femininely towards her firstintroduction to her new colleagues.She chuckled quietly at her. "The newlyweds were at home, having left the reception shortly after Marianne returned from the vestry. There would be no honeymoon."But my husband, I..." Ah, ah, ah, never contradict me." Yes, my husband." Your father warned me you were a whore. Are you a whore Marianne?"She could have answered truthfully that she was the victim of an incestuous father and voyeuristic sadistic husband, but Marianne was fast approaching the point of no longer knowing the truth. Savaged and debased since she was. She was loving it, her arms raised high as they pressed against her, then she would wrap her arms around the guy in front of her, holding his ass while the other rubbed up against her from behind.When she pealed herself away from them and we went home that night, I devoured her, all but ripping her clothes of her. While we made love she told me how much it had turned her on having him rub against her and practically fuck her there on the floor in front of everyone and me.I asked her if she. Every day I’d dream about it, becoming consumed by it, and eventually prepared to take big risks to make it happen. But ensuring that She knew when it happened was not an option – the fall-out from that would be disastrous, meaning loss of my job, ostracisation, risk of beating by boyfriend, etc etc. It would not be until I was in my 40s that I was able to openly cum in my pants in front of a girl, and that started by accident anyway. She took me by surprise so I couldn’t control or hide it,.