”Bradley burst out laughing. “Well, I never!”“What’s so funny?”He shook his head. “Cuckolding is my favourite pastime.”Dawn laughed. �...�Coincidence, hey?”“And have you?”“Cuckolded Alan?”Bradley nodded.She shook her head. “Not yet,” she answered. “It’s a case of meeting the right person.”He smiled. “Well if you will give me a chance of putting my case forward.”Dawn sat back. “I take it that you have done quite a lot of it?”He nodded. “I was a professional footballer year’s back and I had lots of. So why wouldn't I?I stripped down and began by putting on the thigh high stockings. The material felt so go against my legs. Next the panties which just felt silly as my cock and balls wouldn't even begin to stay inside. And then the shoes. The ends came to a point and I wondered how women ever wore them and walked anywhere. Standing uneasily, I teetered over to the full length mirror and shook my head. What the hell was I doing?Mistress came in that night wearing almost exactly what I had on. His cock broke through her pussy walls filling her up. He moaned at how tight she was, he hadn't had a pussy this tight in a long time. Slowly going in and out he could feel her getting wetter and he loved it. She moaned with each thrust. Feeling him all the way in her she pushed back on him wanting him to go faster. Grabbing her hips he thrust faster and deeper getting her to moan even louder. He could feel himself wanting to cum but he was loving every minute of this. "Oh babe" she moaned,. I walked out and went to the kitchen where my mother was talking with Girl."Mom, your master has instructed that you go to him in his study wearing nothing but your punishment collar, crawling, with your crop between your teeth," I told her."Yes, sir," she said, as she walked very quickly out of the room, pulling her dress over her head as she went.I turned to Girl and said, "You follow the same instructions, only in my room in 10 minutes." Yes, Sir!" she said happily as I was walking away.On.