Crystal waited in the back of the salon, gossiping with Darren. She had been in stitches as Darren had explained every little detail of her husband's ...ransformation. She had married him for security, but had quickly become bored, eventually settling for things more feminine. She had soon realised after some plotting with Darren this was the only way she could keep the money, the house and the girl (such a pretty little thing with a cock as well). The best of all things, Darren had assured her. I walked about 10 feet behind her while getting hard and trying not to look obvious while recording. As she approached the line for the Haunted Mansion, I sped up to make sure I stood behind her in line. My heart was racing at 100mph trying my hardest not to look obvious. I put my phone in my basketball shorts, thank God I wore them that day, and just admired her body. As the line started filling up behind us, I was forced to inch closer to her. So as were slowly moving forward in line, she. She turned and said: "Forty bucks - ok?" He fumbled in his pocket for his wallet and with trembling hands took out 2 twenties and handed them over to the whore. She took them and put them in a little clutch purse and they entered the booth, closing and locking the door behind them. As soon as they were inside, the sissy stripped off her bikini and stood completely naked to just high heels. She got down in a squat at his feet and pulled down his sweat short and then his jockeys, freeing his hard. ‘Now where was I? Oh yes, I was explaining what turned that cunt into a faucet of cum. You see, when Mindy showed me the prize, I got a little pissed off,’ her laughter was both cruel and musical, ‘quite literally in fact. I had a little accident.’ Suddenly the ass was torn away from me and I looked up to see that Casey had ripped my underwear off the girl’s head. The paddle smashed down in front of my face. ‘Get your face back in that ass. Let’s see did I shit or piss my panties huh little.