He did his best to put on the make up as he had seen in the helmet. He pulled out a wig that was stuffed in the side of the box, brushed it out and pu... it on. The make up looked very good, although a little pronounced.He went to the door and another sealed box had been set outside on the floor; inside were a very large sized hypodermic needle and a big batch of liquid in a pouch. A skirt and a black nylon blouse with frilly collar and sleeves were inside also. The instructions had told him to. His hand gripped my wrist, fingers encircling, thumb sweeping in an slow arch over the back of my trembling hand. The tears welled in my eyes, the sobs rose with every breath in my aching chest. I tugged my arm out of his grasp, pulled the door open, and fled down the corridor. * * * * * JAROD So that was it then. He had his answer. She’d shut him out, utterly and completely. His hopes fell away into the darkness just as surely as the light had once engulfed him. The last feel of her soft skin. Sally was also strangely affected by her condition, naked and helpless with two fully dressed men, still acutely aware of her shaved pussy. She had no idea what a wooden pony was but suspected she wasn't going to enjoy riding one.In the middle of Phil's play room was a strange wooden structure. Two large uprights supported a beam going across between them, with a padded section near the middle. The beam was about as thick as a man's arm, but the top was shaped to have a sharp upper edge,. Gladstone was almost a maniac when it came to sex. The busy fisherman never let any opportunity go in waste when it came to fucking his wife. Pramela enjoyed her husband’s beastly lust as he could give her multiple orgasms anytime she wished. But, the untimely death of her husband had left her high and dry with regard to sex and she wasn’t the gutsy woman who would ever look for sex outside in a petty village like where she lived. She had to resort to masturbation every now and then to keep her.