She was suspended from the ceiling of a stark whiteroom that looked like an operating theater in a hospital. A large slingcarefully supported her bell... while her hands and feet had been bound tightly togetherwith wire. She was at least six feet from the ground.Cynthia continued to take in the terrible sight ofher torturer, still dressed in his crisp black military uniform, as he slowlyfilled a syringe with a whitish-looking liquid. The needle alone was nothingshort of barbaric, over six inches. Damn nice figure, Harry thought. He turned and posed, looking back over his shoulder. He had a killer ass. Too bad it was on him.The clothes seemed to ripple. The short sleeves disappeared from his kelly green shirt, as the cotton altered to a clingy light green lycra. He could see the faint outline of the bra he was now wearing through the fabric.His slacks ran up his legs to just past his knees. Then they seemed to grow together into a tube that changed into a matching skirt. The shirt. I should have known something was wrong when she didn't answer the phone last night.How could I have, though? Sure, I had noticed that for the past couple of years, Joanna had grown sad and felt abandoned but what could I do? From the moment we met, Joanna and I, we knew that our life wouldn't be like everybody else's. We were willing to make the sacrifices necessary to ensure an early retirement for both of us and if that meant being separated for weeks, months at a time that's what we would. I knew I was close too, so I pulled her close to me. I could feel her breasts press against my chest and her breath on my face as I slammed my cock into her pussy as best I could. We kissed again, her tongue sliding vigorously inside my mouth.I could hear grunting and turned my head just in time to see her husband cum a huge load onto the carpet. I'd never seen another guy cum live before and he seemed to gush no end. It really turned me on and I could feel myself getting close too.I pulled my.