She built a rhythm with the cock taking turns with her mouth and hands as she expertly gave the stranger a blowjob in front of me. I tried to distract...myself and look away but could still hear the slurping and moaning sounds from my wife. I turned back and saw small strands of her saliva building at the base of the strangers cock. She tried to deep throat the cock but barely managed to get half of the large member down her gullet. All of a sudden, she stood up, still holding the cock with one. You reach the house and hear a noise you can’t make out clearly. It seems to come from the back patio but you can see no way there. You make your way to the front of the house. The exterior seems to be made all of wood, but you are not entirely sure. You reach the front door and slowly you turn the door handle. It opens for you. Slowly you enter the house, feeling both frightened and excited at the same time. Your boldness wins out and you walk down the hall into the living room. You see a fire. But there was another enemy, two of them to be exact. Somewherenear the border of Russia was this small country called Romania , and fromthis country two girls, two brilliant gymnasts were striking fear in the heartof the most powerful country in the east. The Russian Bondage School of Gymnastics was hidden under the name of TheLenin School of Gymnastics. The ?school' was this one room house with all theapparatus needed in order to train any girl on their way to ?fame'. The school,which. It all felt so strange being back home. Sleeping in my old bedroom notas Brett but Britney. If I thought I could have a short reprieve frombeing Britney I was sadly mistaken. All of my old male clothes had beenrecycled to a charity shop. Mum and Dad had decided to make things moreeasy for me by fully embracing their temporary daughter. That was notdifficult for Mum. She made no pretense at missing Brett. She'd alwayswanted a daughter and now she had one. But Dad! He was the surprise. Ithought.