After a nice soak and a fresh shave, he got out of the tub and dried off,wrapping the towel around his body, he walked into the kitchen and made agin ...nd tonic. He chugged it down before making another and walked backinto the bedroom. He got out all his sissy gear, and began to get readyfor the day. Once everything was laid out, he grabbed the makeup bag andwent back into the bathroom. Once his face was all made up, his sissypersona Carissa was shining through and all that worry and anxiety. He was on the brink. That's what she liked. When they were striving to sound like they were not about to lose it. A man at the edge of his sexual restraint...she loved that. It made her think of all the things she could do to set him off. Just a lick of her top lip. A finger gliding down her neck. A simple swallow. Even just a graceful finger movement. Or a glimpse of the thigh - anything to push him off the edge.As Amy rubbed her steaming pussy with that middle fingertip, she could hear his. “Just think how exciting it will be when I pick a guy to fuck you and I get to watch the whole thing.”“You want to watch me getting fucked?”“I sure do. I’ll even help you to find guys to fuck, and you’ll pick out a woman for you to watch me fuck.”“You are the perfect husband, letting his wife fuck other men.”“And other women, you just wait until we go to the Hen House. There you can fuck all the guys you can handle,” he offered.“I need a stiff drink besides a stiff cock. I’m getting drunk. For a reason to be revealed later on, I had laced and locked her into punitive fetish boots while she had been unconscious. The soles were sharply angled and only level off somewhat near the toes, as you might see it at medium-severe pony boots. They were the precursors to ballet boots, which her feet would suffer from the next phase of her training on.I spun her around and pressed her against the pillar, capturing her arms in a nasty grip. She writhed for all she was worth, but I managed to.