Of course after marrying sweet once innocent Sarah all that changed. On our three day honeymoon “Mr. Hairy Cox” the name she called my penis was r...ady again and again to bring us loads of joy and loads of spunk for her pussy and mouth, but when we eventually lived together it Wasn,t always so easy to get my trousers snake in the mood for love. Working long hours Didn,t help of course and there are those annoying times when the old prick just hangs between my legs and ignores efforts to get him. Imagine my surprise when he starts playing with his cock though his briefs. At this point i wonderd weather i should say any-thing and then did.! The look on his face when i opend the cubicle door was priceless, talk about guilt!!!.Then he saw the hard -on in my trousers and his face changed, gone was the guilty look and in it's place a look of consideration imagine my surprise when he reaches out and put's his hand on my cock. finily i was gonna get to jack off and not over a god dam. She didn't reappear until two hours later. The onlydifference the others could see, was the color of her hair ribbon. Itwas pink. It had been a school rule. Any girl could wear a ribbon inher hair as long as it wasn't pink or baby blue."Hey Brigitte, you are not supposed to wear a pink hair ribbon." Pink is the only color hair ribbon I wear now. It is what shows that Ihave chosen to go through with my sex change operation. I was evenexamined by the doctor who will perform the surgery." Did they. She had Linna buckle the beltaround her corseted waist. Like the head harness, there were only twonotches in the belt, one for a 15-inch waist and one for a 14-inch waist.Linna had to pull pretty hard to get the clasp in the larger notch. Shebuckled the belt with the buckle in front. The two wrist cuffs dangledfrom their attachments at the sides of the belt. Straining at the limitsof the chain's reach, Linna managed to fasten both the wrist cuffs intheir only notch."Some last words of advice..