I really didn’t want to be doing that.“Are you sure, sweetie? I’m not fourteen any more. I don’t think I could keep up with all those lads.”...he scrambled to her feet. “I don’t want to go in the races. I just want to ride around.” She had her little whisper voice going. I suppose she was feeling a bit daunted by the crowd.Bec was looking up at me with pleading eyes. I glanced around nervously, preparing myself to claim I had a sore back. I really, really didn’t want to do this. Suddenly Louise. ”“You’re such a pathetic weakling. A real man wouldn’t enjoy being cuckolded, like you do. It’s so nice for me to be married to such a pushover. You’re really too weak to deal with a confident woman like me, are you?”“Probably, yes.”Her look said: I’ve got you by the balls, buster. And it’s fun to twist them a little. And she was absolutely right. There was nothing I could or wanted to do about her infidelity. She enjoyed testing how much I was willing to endure and so far she hadn’t found my. It was badenough having to wear this stupid new blouse, but this jacket was mad...just mad!"No," he declared, pulling away from his mother, and he marched across tothe full length wall mirror and surveyed himself.Oh my God! What a picture. The colour of the suit to start with: primroseyellow silk, with a shortie jacket that left his blouse showing above hispants, and those idiotic bows on the outside of each knee. He looked likea baby pageboy. And his blouse! That was the typical full sissy. This isn't how I want the experience to end, there's one more thing I want, and I'm too close to cumming again. I feel your body convulsing around me. The other woman has collapsed back onto the bed. My mystery woman knows what's next. I think you do too. She rises, releases the restraints on your wrists, and pulls you up onto your hands. She kisses you deeply, tasting herself on your lips and tongue. I pull my dick out of your sopping pussy. I take my dick in my hand. With my other hand on the.