.. more like a ritual regarding sex. Alex was forced, face down, into the bed, and Chris rode his ass and abused his breasts until he climaxed. Often,...pressed against the bed, Alex would orgasm too, but not always.What made it worse was that all of Alex's attempts to be more intimate were rebuffed. If Alex was facing front and wanted a kiss, Chris would just turn him around and kiss the back of his head. If Alex so much as turned his head to the side while they had sex, Chris would roughly turn. I asked what’s happening but he told just to do what I said. He put blouse and petticoat and put saree on those. He gave me a ladies wig and asked me to wear. He now gave me two sponge balls and put it in blouse and those fit for my boobs. And he did make up for me and when I looked in the mirror, I became a lady with big boobs.When I came down, the driver took me and I start asking where he is taking me but he didn’t answer. He stopped at a small house and asked me to go in. I went inside and. ‘The doctor is running a little behind, so I’ll start getting some samples. Sorry about the wait,’ I apologized. ‘No problem, as long as you can fix my dog.’ ‘That’s what we’re here for. Want to put him back up here?’ I grabbed materials to do a skin scraping. ‘So this started about 4 months ago?’ ‘Yeah. I thought it was stress. He started licking his legs a lot after my ex-wife moved out.’ I looked up at his thoughtful frown, and my heart went out to him. ‘I’m sorry. I got divorced last year.. Her movie date (her boyfriend we later found out) sat next to my wife. By now I had removed my hand from my wife’s wet pussy, and I sat there thinking that maybe this couple was a pair of vice cops posing as a couple in order to catch perverts like my wife and I. “We love the show, and I am not talking about this movie.” I heard the man tell my wife. My dick was still hanging out of my pants and it was getting a bit limp, when I felt a hand that wasn’t my wife’s petting my cock. It sprang.