The temporary relief she had enjoyed in her aching, needy cunt returned with a vengeance but this time it was to the bound sex god across the room tha... she turned... She was glad she had granted the horny older slut early release from her bonds for good behavior, but she changed her mind. On second thought however, she changed her mind and rescinded her earlier decision after she realized just how inopportune any interruptions would be to the next item on her hidden sexual agenda. ‘Oh no. I hurriedly spoke,”I am doing good master”.He said,”Good. Now listen what you will do. Tomorrow, you will be wearing your wife’s bra and panties under your dress, and come over to my place in the evening. I have arranged a group of men to fuck your sissy ass. It will be better than today, and more painful than your first time with Anirban. Ok?” I was weeping, but composed myself and said,”Ok Master”. He said, “Good sissy”, and disconnected the phone.“What was he saying?” queried my wife. I was. Usually there are drops of pee at the front, the first course, the appetiser, and I pull this to my nose inhaling deeply. Sometimes there are skid-marks, and I must confess that these I ignore, as they do nothing for me, but heaven knows I'm not one to criticise; whatever floats your boat, and maybe one day I'll progress to an appreciation of the brown arts. The goldmine however, is the little strip between the two. Pale coloured panties are the best in my opinion, because you can gaze at. I don't want him to leave the house over the next few weeks so that maybe a better solution." You're not suggesting that we do it ourselves are you?" I said without having realised that I had involved myself in the comment...I had had my bikini line done a couple of years ago and the work seemed a bit complex and was not comfortable. The TV still showed the tape running and the bound man was still not controlling his cock properly. I decided to change the subject."How long is the tape that he's.