They thenopened the closet for me to see. "Hey sissy, check out your new wardrobe.Your mistress paid us to make sure the house was ready for her when ...hegot home, and that includes her new sissy maid...you!"I was feeling both dread and excitement (my body was shaking in fear whilemy penis was at full attention) when I saw the contents of my closet.Where I used to have khaki pants, jeans, polo, button-down, and T-shirts,I now saw nothing but girly items like schoolgirl skirts, French. I opened the can and took a swig, my “son” was standing in front of me looking like the dirtiest of whores, as I watched her she licked her lips with her very long tongue moistened the top of her finger and wet her nipple with her spit through her bodystocking. I could see her erection beginning to swell inside the lace and fishnet. I knew that I under no circumstances could I allow my “son” to ejaculate. Luckily, I was prepared for the situation. I told Danielle to fetch my bag from the hall.. And I did it twice, with both kids. How come I did not get her pregnant and he did? There is nothing wrong with my wedding tackle! She planned it, they lying cunt!So for about thirty months of our marriage spanning sixteen years, she was mine, if she ever was mine. After thirty months or so, of the first sixty months, if we figure the whore got knocked up the first time out, she chose her cunt and sort of forgot to tell me that the door was open again and we could change our minds.She chose him. ” breathed Rebecca, peering over Steve’s shoulder. Rebecca’s lustful confession spurred Steve on as he traced his fingertip along his wife’s slit. Her smooth pussy throbbed as the cool air hit her heated mound. Using his thumb and forefinger he spread his wife’s sex apart, and listened to hear moan as her head fell back. He reached inside of the sink with his free hand and retrieved a strawberry. He pushed the cold, freshly washed fruit into the entrance of her hot hole, covering it with her.