I took the utensils over to the table and she followed me setting the food down. Now behind me she wrapped her arms around me and whispered “thank y...u”. She laid her head against my back while her hand went against my cock applying pressure to it.”Does your wife like this “she whispered “I really do “it makes me wet”. She slid her hand inside the robe and again rubbed my cock .She asked me how my wife likes to use it, giving it a few firm strokes.. Betty stepped back away when I said “my wife. If you scream that I'm a white slaver,you'll just earn yourself a one-way ticket to a rubber room in ourpsych ward."I don't want that to happen, because then I'll have to start over withsomeone else."So, my dear, are we clear about this? As far as everyone else isconcerned, we're feminizing you at your request?"I thought about that for a moment, and then I nodded. I had mysuspicions that I might prefer a rubber room to the fate that she hadin store for me, but I figured I could always change my. In two thrusts he is came in my mouth and I could taste his spunk in my mouth. Before he could withdraw, I held his softening cock and licked the last of his cum from the ebony. The taste is caviar of heaven, salty and rich. The man in my pussy suddenly sped up to a quite staggering speed before stopping dead, buried to the hilt inside as he pumped what feels like a river of spunk. The man that was holding my legs lifted me up, turned me over and impaled me cowgirl like. His powerful thighs. I climb in, equipped with an arsenal of toys, lubes, and oils.I close my eyes and let the scalding water cascade down my body. Rivulets fall surreptitiously between my breasts and over my pierced belly button to meet the anxiously awaiting target between my legs. Despite the temperature of the water, chills course through my body and I pucker with goose bumps.Massage oil drips over my nipples, and I trace the droplets down my body to my slit. Without hesitation, my fingers go to work. I know.