Before marriage, I used to cross-dress quite often for tops who enjoyed my slutty alter-ego. I enjoyed being the dressed up slut, begging and hogging ...n cock. I had shoulder-long hair, pretty slim body, and I used to keep it hairless.Despite all that, in normal life, I looked pretty much like any straight guy. But with the right dresses on, a bit of makeup and lipstick, I would turn into a proper slut. Even if not beautiful like a real girl, femme enough to lusty men to enjoy my body.But since. The demon took careful note of the placement of the hands in this gesture.“I want men to worship me at my feet for my beauty. I want them to desire me. They want to have sex with me.” Jocelyn waxed lyrical on this theme.“OK, you want to look like Emily, the wife of Jack, your VP of marketing, but with larger breasts as you have noted in your gesture. And you want men to desire you deeply and worship you at your feet. Is that it?”, the demon stated. He scanned the pathways to evaluate the karmic. For the next hour, while sipping Sauvignon Blanc, the two discussed the art of Japanese rope bondage (called Shibari), the Karada shown in the pictures and how we discovered it (I discovered it by accident on the web while searching massage techniques).Lisa told me that before she left Jill had said she always wanted to try some light bondage but her Ex was only interested in “roll on roll off” missionary style and while he expected her to go down on him, he would never think of doing anything. “No Just you” he repliedSlowly I began to move in and out my balls slapping his ass with each stroke. As I pumped his ass Clyde began to move his hips yelling for me to fuck him harder. Damn for a straight kid he sure loved to get fucked in the ass. His cock was standing at attention begging for release. I slowly stroked his beautiful cock, while continuing my pumping motion, admiring the shape and size of him, wishing there was a way to suck and fuck him at the same time, he was not the.