While his face dried he started to get dressed. He pulled on a gafffirst of all, carefully tucking his balls inside his body and penisbetween his leg..., the tight gaff holding them out of sight. He thenslipped on his shapewear pants. They weren't the most flattering butdid add a valuable couple of inches to his bum and started to changehis silhouette from male to female. An underbust corset came next. Hewent through the usual struggle to get it nice and tight but it wasworth the trouble as. Aai pan hasli. anni pappa pan.Ashok mala mhanala : "Kay Sachin mag ata sutti madhye kuthe jannar.?" Mi mhatlo ki kahi tharavle nahi.Ashok mag pappala mhatla : "Sanjay chal mag majhya farm house la jau. Mala pan saddhya sutti ahe. Tumhi thighe ya enjoy karu aapan."Ata Pappa anni aai vichar karat hote. Mi tar lagech tayyar zaalo.Pappa : "Ashok are mag vahini pan yennar na ?"Ashok chya bayko che naav Shweta. Ti pan majhya aai chya vaayachi.Ashok : "Ho mag, Tar tharle ki."Sunday la jaau aapan.Mala. It didn't matter. Francine held her sister up for the last few thrusts. I dropped my hands to the girl's tight buns and started fucking up into her. I thanked our 'benefactors' for making me so fit. It was hard work but I finally blew my load into her. Fiona whimpered her happiness as I groaned out my orgasm into her sweat cover bosom. It was great.Of course, when I was done, with Fiona collapsed upon me and me still gasping for breath, Francine whispered into my ear that it was her turn. I. “Patience, my little slut,” he says, breaking our kiss. He grabs the silk ties on the bedposts and works them around each of my wrists in turn. He pulls them tight. Satisfied that I can’t move, he gets up and moves quickly to the end of the bed. My hips writhe impatiently as he ties my ankles down with more silk fabric. His knots secure, he takes a step back to admire his work. I am tied down to his queen-sized bed, spread eagle and naked except for the shiny metal nipple clamps. My pussy is.