...SLAP SLAP''i look at him slaping my ass hard pulling me on his lap ''tell me you are my sissy and want my cock''slap slap ''ahhh ahhhhh ahhhh fuck'...'my toyed pantied ass getting smack , his ex gf toy pumping deep each timesquirming helpless on his lap ass up smack hard ''tell me you are my sissy , say it loud ''''ahhhhh mikkkeee noooo nooo''slap slap slap''im your sissy, ok iam a sissy , pleeeassse stop''''you gonna be a good girl and suck me now?''''yes yesss i wil i will''he drop a pillow. ‘Is it a problem?’ John asked. ‘You know better than that, Uncle John,’ Greg said. ‘I think it’s about time, don’t you?’ He turned back to Gail. ‘Welcome to our home, Gail. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather see Uncle John with than you.’ Gail felt herself blushing. She felt better. Maybe this would work out all right after all. If Greg’s wife was as nice as John said she was, the next two weeks should be wonderful. They walked into the living room and sat down. Gail was impressed by the. The opaque white silk material changed to anearly transparent, shimmering quality, and the straps fell from hershoulders down to her arms, giving her a slutty appearance. Herunderwear went through the change, too: She now wore a shelf bra withthe only function of supporting and framing her large tits from below.Her nipples and areolae were now uncovered, except for the nightie. Thewhite stockings changed into fishnet material and her white panties -now a G-string - were nearly see-through. When. He was thin and taller than average, maybe six foot six, wearing burgundy slacks and a clean white shirt, and he looked to be about sixty."Yes?" He asked."I was wondering about that vacant lot next door." I said."It's not for sale." He told me. "If it was I'd already own it. I've been trying to buy that piece of property for over ten years now but I can't find anybody to talk too. Nobody seems to know any real person that owns it. The official deed downtown just lists some trust company..