.....The man who's watched Mistress serve me his spent cum in all mannerof humiliating ways- most recently by "allowing" me to pour his usedcondoms on...to my tear streaked but always smiling upturned face, which Ithen delicately and diligently collected and sucked and kissed off mypinky tips, endlessly moaning and lisping my thanks for the "wonderfulgift" as they laughed at my disgusting display...And I'm brought back to the present again as a gush of sissy juicesquirts out of my cage, trailing. My journey was pretty awful, train delays meant that I didn’t get to the cottage until quite late. Jodie met me at the door, she’d only arrived 20 minutes before me, and said “Hello loser, beat you again!” She gave me a hug and said “you stink”! Nice welcome I thought, “no wonder you’re still a virgin” she said. This was her usual attempt to put me down as she knew I knew she’d had a few boyfriends but nothing serious. There was no point in arguing otherwise as she would always say I was lying. As she got up from taking my boxers down she pushed her breasts into my face. ‘You started on these this morning, and I have been thinking about it all day. would you like to continue where you left off’ This night was very much a repeat of last night, except that the urgency was gone. I explored and played with her body for most of the night, and Becky revelled in the attention. Urging me to touch her here there and everywhere. She came frequently, usually with my tongue exploring her sex. The. Now show me the rest of your wife's body." I unzip her slacks and pull them off her hips where they fall to her ankles, leaving her in just her panties. "Now the panties. I want to see her pussy." I slide her panties off her hips and they join her slacks at her ankles. She steps out of her clothing and moves closer to the couch to stand in front of Charles. "Is this what you want? Do you like my body? Do you want to fuck me? My husband would like you to." Charles reaches around my wife's waist.