She began to message my penis in a slow and soft manner. Even with all the pain and confinement it had suffered in the last day, it immediately starte... to spring to life. "So little sissy slut, do you like it when Mistress plays with your sissy clit?"I was starting to rock and moan. I was so anxious for relief, that I thought I would pass out. I heard Carol speak up for the first time since she walked into the room."Oohh, she's got more down there than most sissies do. In fact, she quite well. God has only told me a few things about you. Hell, he didn't mention anything about how beautifully sexy you would be!"Eve looked at me disapprovingly and sternly admonished, "Adam, we're not supposed to use the word 'Hell' because we come from a place called 'Heaven'!" Now woman!" I said firmly. "Don't you start pestering me about my language! Next thing I know, you'll be telling me I can't drink or smoke!"Looking at me with a frown on her face, Eve asked, "Do you really drink and smoke, Adam?. But she had to go home and do her duty and marry this Sterling guy. Now using hindsight, I think she just wanted a boy toy for as long as she could have one. I was that boy toy, at least one of them anyway.Her fiancé told me I was only one of three or four such guys. She had given me some going away presents. I had five or six expensive suits, a great watch, a year's lease on her luxury apartment and a year old Corvette. Pretty good pay for the time I spent with her. I would have rather had. Unconsciously I began to stroke myself in the low light of the hallway; my strokes in time with the thumping noises coming from the room. Images of that man’s cock thrusting in and out of my wife’s unresisting body filling my mind. “Nnngh! Nnngh!” Her cries of pleasure were now joined by a man’s low grunting as the relentless pace continued. ‘Thump-thump-thump-thump!’ The pace of his thrusting began to build, the bed creaking louder, my wife’s moans soaring in pitch and volume. “Oh God! Oh.