Frank's hands quickly grabbed her from leaving him. Sherry lifted her face to look at Frank. His gaze uncertain and confused, clouded with alcohol."Do...'t leave me, baby. It's just... daddy needs something done so badly right now and I don't feel right asking your help with this," What is it it? Tell me, I'll do it. I'll do anything for you," Sherry said with unfeigned eagerness. Frank looked down at his crotch and looked back up helplessly, unable to say the words, but silently begging her to. I know a few crossdressers who don't dress for sex and belongto an organisation called "The Seahorse Club", a support group forcrossdressers. I also know some of these individuals have "come out" totheir wives, who tolerate, and in some cases, support their husband'scrossdressing peccadilloes. I also know a couple of crossdressers whoprofess to be hetero card-carrying members of the Seahorse Club whosecretly cant wait to get down on their knees and suck a nice juicycock!There! I said it!!! May. I couldn't help it, this was too much to just watch. Finally, I noticed her face growing with passion and satisfaction as I could tell she hit her climax, this was much later and I was still rubbing my tent softly. She moaned, although it was almost completely muted to me and slowly slid her fingers out, gently licking them clean and smiling. She laid there a moment to catch her breath and then began to get up. About this time I hoped down and began to walk hope, satisfied with what I had. And Lex, you’re going to count off the smacks of the riding crop,15 instead of the usual 10, because you pissed me off.”Lexie said defiantly, “Only if Tracie only gets 5 with the paddle since I am taking the extra 5.”“Fine!” Lori was clearly not happy, but she also knew better than to go overboard and have the fun end abruptly.Tracie moved her hand under Lexie’s leg and held the dildo firmly in her ass. Then Lori reminded Lexie to count off each spank. “Oh, and don’t forget to thank me for each.