He was dressed in lacy lingerie, long blonde hair hung fromhis head and he had tits. He reached down with a trembling hand to hiscrotch and found a pu...sy. She whimpered.She tried to slam the door again. Harrison's foot blocked it. She pushedhard and made pathetic grunting sounds. Harrison laughed and pushed hisway in."Nice place you got here, Traci," he said. "You!" she shouted in her high, breathy voice, stamping her little footin its stiletto-heeled pump. "Whatever you did to me, undo it. And asked me if I was fine? I told him that I really enjoyed the look. Than he send me a link. I was his server with Videos and pictures of my wife. There were so many. I looked through them and jerked off like a monkey. I was not sure if my wife spoke with him but he asked me if I like cuckolding. I was honest and said yes. He had I guess no idea. Because he sends me another link with a woman and two k**s. It made click it must be the other woman my wife was talking about. There were years of. ." she cut him off before he could begin yelling again. "I know you aren't that type Robert I am just giving you a hard time. I will be right over." She hung up the phone. As she grabbed Robert's coat to go all Claire could think of was, 'If I do figure out a way to reverse this would I really want to go back?' It was difficult for Claire to talk her way by her parents when she arrived. They were not use to having a boy go up and visit their daughter in her bedroom. Claire finally convinced. "I am your master and you must address me as such," I said sternly."Yes, Master. Sorry, Master." Good," I said more kindly. "This lady," I indicated Wendy, "is my wife and you shall treat her with the greatest of respect, but she is not your mistress because you belong to me alone." Yes, Master." Hello, Florence," said Wendy pleasantly."Hello, madam," she respectfully replied."Florence," I told her, "give me an account of yourself."So Florence told her story. She was Nigerian and her family had.