It was a very sexy black and red Basque, with red stockings and suspenders. It was going to knock James out. She had brushed her long brown hair until...it shone and dabbed a few drops of her best eau de parfum behind her ears. James had taken some of the herbal tea in the morning, which had been recommended by his homoeopathist. It was meant to be a natural alternative to Viagra, guaranteeing a long, healthy erection. He arrived home about noon. Angela was waiting for him. She greeted him with a. If she puts her hand on your cock, what will you do?" Probably jump right through the roof!" No, no! You tell her it feels good, and let her do it." But no one has ever..." I know. But it's for her. Just take it. If she strokes it and you feel like you could come?" She wouldn't do that, would she? My own Mom?" She might. Just tell her if she doesn't stop, you will make a mess, then leave it up to her." But... but... if she doesn't stop?" Did you bring extra underwear? Mine might fit." He. And I had been sold at a slave auction.Not at all what I had expected, but to my sheer delight, the same couplethat I had met at the highway rest stop had purchased me. These were thepeople who had helped ease me into my sexual adventure, and it seemedappropriate that they would be the ones who would help me continue in myjourney to becoming a sissy sex slave.And so I find myself two days later safe in my own home, but with my mindstill reeling from the events of the past weekend. My newly. I sat at my desk enjoying the throb on my clit. I could feel my clean panties now as wet as the last pair as the juices ran down the crack of my arse. I was enjoying this soooo much as I teetered on the edge of orgasm for quite a long time.That was until I saw Jane again outside my office. The vision of that pretty face rubbing all over her husbands cock and balls as she gripped his arse cheeks. His cock rubbing across her face, behind her ears, under her chin. Then the moment she pushed him.