We stepped into the rented limo thoughtfully provided by Carl Heisler and were whisked off to the Redmond Airport and our brief one week honeymoon in ..... where else ... San Francisco.Carl and my mother had combined to book us a suite in a very nice, older style hotel. It was very luxurious and with a view of San Francisco Bay and the bridge to the Oakland side. We were tempted to rent a car, but decided that a city bus tour and a walking tour of the Fisherman’s Wharf area was a better choice.. He grabbed my ear and gave it a twist, that OK with you sissy boy? I knew I was in no position to argue and quietly nodded by mead and said yes. The drive home was over quickly and I sobbed all the way, I knew now things were going to change and my life could never be the same again. Pulling up outside my door he pulled in and parked behind me, before getting out I picked up my panties and put them in my hand bag, got out the keys got out of the car and opened the front door. He pushed in. ‘You look great, Anniel.’ ‘Thanks,’ I said, a hint of suspicion crawling into my usually even voice. James was quiet. He still watched my tits and ass, but more quietly. It was a moment later that I realized we had been in the elevator for a really long time. ‘Hey-what’s wrong with the elevator?’ I cried out. James noticed, too. He pressed the up button, but we didn’t budge. ‘Lets wait and see if it moves.’ Five minutes later and there had been no movement. I was panicking by now. My hands. All I needed now was a nice hard cock in my mouth and I would have been set, but Sandra had something else on her mind. I had closed my eyes in ecstacy but when I felt Sandra move I looked up to see her pussy inches away from my face. Her lips were open and slippery with juice and she slowly lowered it down onto my now probing tongue. She was even wetter than when I left her earlier and a touch more saltier. She squeezed my boobs because Tim was holding my legs apart and thrusting hard into me..