As Isaiah’s fingertip danced against your clit, you held Marcus’s cock upright in your right, wrapped your lips around him, and devoured him. Your...head moved up and down and your hand pumped the base of his shaft as you hungrily sucked and licked at his throbbing cock. Marcus’s fingers slipped through your hair, guiding you up and down over his dick. Isaiah’s fingertip curled into your pussy, penetrating you, and your hips moved in response against his penetrating finger.As your eyes maintained. And in a matter of months, he was completely sissified.Now, instead of hitting the singles bars on Friday nights, my male/wife changes into a cute little maid's outfit and fixes me a glorious gourmet dinner. He serves it to me, course by course, in the candlelit dining room. He himself eats in the kitchen. After cleaning up and doing the dishes, he is permitted to join me. Sometimes he polishes my nails and brushes my hair. Other times he sits at my feet as I watch TV and worships my powerful. If you did that you'd be a part of the aristocratic, upper crust, society again. I'll always be a part of the two pitchers of beer and an extra large two topping pizza for twenty bucks crowd that gathers around down at the bowling alley." You think I'm just playing at being a starving artist? That I still have the same choices that Sherry used to have, before she set that fire? You're wrong if you think that. I haven't spoken one word to either of my parents, not since way back when I first. Well, you used to be a fantastic lover, and it was always exciting to hook up with you. Now, you’re a master. You’re so good that I’m afraid I’m going to start canceling on other partners just because I know you’re going to fuck me so much better than they will. On the other hand, I don’t want it to be so often that I get addicted. Every two weeks, maybe? With the option to get together more often, of course.” To this he readily agreed, pleased to have such an enthusiastic and unproblematic.