Seeing the two of themtogether could only increase his yearning for release. Worse, becausehis wife had him in Poppy mode, Jen would be seeing him fo... the firsttime as his sissy self. It was bad enough having his wife sneer at him,mock him with her gaze, and make sardonic remarks. But Jen had neverliked him, certainly hadn't respected him, and had even disparaged himin front of his bride. He suspected that it was Marissa's friend whohad given her the idea to control and feminize. For the moment, he seemed content with moving deep into my hole. Occasionally, I opened my eyes to see his grin come and go as he mumbled his own desires."Fuck me, daddy," I said. "I need it hard, I need it deep."Wordlessly, he pushed my knees to my chest. Half-standing and half-crouching, and in one smooth motion, he pushed his cock into my hole until his balls rested just under the entrance. He moved his pelvis in slow circles before rising to start again.I cried out at the fullness in my. Oh I forgot to say something important. I was later married to a man from my religion…according to how my name sounds, you know what that is…named Omar, so now I am hameeda Omar. He is somewhat conservative man but he allowed my free will. He liked me to wear somewhat fancy dresses rather than our modest religious clothing.Now he is a man of the type I was looking for. I always loved to dress somewhat revealing dresses. Here, usually though women do not tend to wear sari that often, in. ”“So if I wrapped my big hand around your small, pale neck and pinned you against the wall, you would enjoy that?”Isabella’s eyes rolled back and her right hand skimmed her bare, pink labia. “I would love that so much.”“Mm. I want you to slowly rub that little clit in small, concentric circles. Make sure to rub it nice and slow. Don’t go too fast. Pretend that I am right behind you, avidly watching your every move.”“Yes, sir.”Imagining that he was right behind her, intently watching her.