She was so incredibly horny, and he was not helping her finish it. This back and forth went on for another few minutes. She was debating jumping off h...m and jerking off, but she wanted her husband to be a part of it. He just smiled.She started to make motions to move away, but he sensed it and pulled her closer. She knew she could get away if she wanted but played along with his plan. Her moaning started to increase in volume, until she remembered where they were and suppressed some of the. The mirror set at the far end gave the walk-inan impression of great distance; rows and racks sweepingoff into infinity (then again, the ceilings seemed highertoo, and there were no mirrors mounted up there...).I didn't give these spatial distortions much thought,however. I felt free, deliciously free and uninhibited.Unencumbered by a burden I'd never wanted, my mood shiftedonce more. Relief turned swiftly to euphoria; I'd beenliberated from my gendered prison, casting aside my falsemasculinity. ‘I need this now Mark.’ She said as she gave my cock a squeeze and grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me in for a kiss.‘Fuck it. You’ve earned it.’ I said, as I grabbed a hand full of the leather collar and another handful of leather and her arse, and pushed her back in through the front door. As soon as we had stepped in our hands were all over each other and tongues wrestling one another’s. I just couldn’t get enough of the cold, soft leather on my hands. This maybe went on for 5 mins. She cried when she left for Canberra. She cried in the toilet stall on her first day of work. She cried after she got asked out the first time. She cried the first time she tried to go on a date with a guy. He got so freaked out that he took her straight home and promptly disappeared, never to be heard from again. Then one day she stopped crying. She still felt sick in her stomach. She still felt like crying, but no tears came. Now she couldn’t eat. Everything made her feel sick, right to the.