As a matter of fact, it'sabout time we traveled cross-town to the studio."Well, to speed up this tale, I need to jump ahead to the session. Thestudio ...as a loft in SoHo. Real big and set up for a still photo shoot.There was a dungeon type room filled with hooks and rings on the walls.Racks everywhere with restraints and all sorts of straps and leather.And then there were the other players, beautiful trans-women. The twowho played the subs were named Staci and Diane.A tall black girl with a. He ran the towel across her body. She even felt wonderful through the towel. Her skinny body, her tanned skin so soft, and her curves in all the right places felt right to him. He ran the towel over her ass and in the process, kneeled down to get her legs. She took the opportunity to spread her legs a little and he could not help but look up. And there it was. Her smooth tiny crevice. And it was wet too. Not with the shower water, but with her own moisture. He thought to himself how beautiful.. This is something that my wife would do often, but Bethany, with her smaller C-cups, had not done. I sucked both nipples hard, nibbling and licking in between breaths. She was eager for me to continue as she started begging me to fuck her."Mr. D., I need you in me so bad. Please, I am begging you. I need you!" In due time my love, in due time."I started kissing down her body, from under her tits to her belly. When I got to her trim landing strip I licked her down, following the straight line.. I was very nervous and excited when his car pulled into the driveway for the first time since he had found us out, but also very apprehensive.He slept in the spare bedroom but at least we were under one roof again.To outward appearances we seem to be the same couple we used to be but below the surface it’s not true. I know we can never recover the trust we had before, but I hope and pray we can recover enough of it to bring back some of the love and life we had.There is reason to hope; after a.