Our lovemaking that night was extremely intense as we were both highlyturned on by the forced fem aspect of the transformation. We vowed tofind others...we could do that to and with our usual cunning anddetermination it wasn't long before we found others into this. Eventhough we weren't women ourselves we found that the "Dommy Mommy" rolefit us both well and we were both very turned on transforming men intohomosexual sissy faggots and even having them service us both.We continued in this vane. After the fourth stroke, the line between the shriek and the sobs became less distinct. Pete kept up the fiery punishment, turning Lana's ass cherry-red. By the tenth stroke, little flecks of dark bruises were starting to appear, and Lana's crying was made of continuous, uncontrolled, heaving sobs. Pete gave the last two strokes quickly, one right after the other, directly across Lana's sit-spots. Then he put the belt down on the table. Pete stood over Lana and waited for her to calm down. She. The truth was that that she was completely amoral and she enjoyed men, women and anything in between especially if it was a business transaction and not some flight of fancy caused by too much booze or a sense of loneliness that stifled her in the midnight hours. That was a special time when things seemed so complicated that she had given up on understanding the whys or the wherefores of surrendering her feminine secrets and simply went with the flow with no questions asked and none expected.At. As I knelt up on the bed, with my body blocking the view to where the closet was located, a hand reached out and snatched the wisp of a garment away. Then pushing at her sexy legs to where the knees were bent upwards, I then pushed the knees wide apart as I begin to open my mouth wide. “ Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...ohhhhh Godddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd..ohhhh, my Goddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!” the young divorcee squealed and thrashed about as she was being eaten out for the first.