She then reached behind her and unclasped her bra letting it fall away from her body and onto the floor.He powered on the video camera and lifted it b...ck towards his hard bodied wife. He filmed her as she was looking for something in the racks of designer clothes. His cock was hard at the sight of her ass in the sexy thong and it stuck out from his boxers that formed a tent."Have you seen my red... ?" She sensed her husband was behind her as she looked back towards the doorway. She caught site. She kissed my lips again, and I smiled through my tears.“If you are not ready now, come back later; we will always be glad to join our dreams. Our feelings must be united in desire”. She whispered. ‘Or do you just want to attend us and watch it like yesterday?’ “No, I can’t wait. I want to join. Please, take me in your bed. I wish to become a woman and I want your help me up.” “Don't worry honey; your night waits you .Feel free yourself. Now a new life will open before you and you will see a. "No, no, I've seen the girls there. Its too much." She shook her head, shuddering. L'Abattoir was the kinky San Francisco Armory on steroids. A private island in the Pacific Northwest, where kinky lifestyles were openly accepted and tolerated. But there were no boundaries. Any kink was tolerated. That meant that many of the models there were of the most extreme form - sporting tattoos and brands, and almost never leaving."Look, you can go and learn a new thing or two about sex, or you. I took hold of my cock. I held it like a man holds his cock when he masturbates. I let her have her fantasies. I started stroking it. I jerked it more and more. It worked better then I thought. Before I knew it she was working her pussy and both of us were getting more and more turned on by it all. She fell back on the bed as she worked her pussy, rubbing her clit, and going deep inside herself and humping the bed as she did. I felt it too. I felt the arousing surges of cum forging their way up.