A Cry For HelpA rather large elderly man nervously approached my table where I wasrelaxing and enjoying a double Martini. "Miss Lola?" he asked. "Yes,...Iam! Can I help you?" He seemed really awe struck at my appearance. Myblack satin blouse was accented by a gold necklace with a pretty goldcross. Black midi skirt, nylons, and knee high boots. Around my waistwas a gold chain link belt and ears adorned with multiple gold hoops.He was shaking so bad I told him to sit down, relax and tell me whatwas. Above all, so I could satisfy you the way girls doas well as the ways boys do. That's what you wanted, remember? LastSpring, when you first handed me that first pair of lace-edged panties andI tried them on to see how they'd fit? And then once I had them on, howyou grabbed my head and pushed it between both your thighs and pulled meup tight against...!" You still love those frilly panties, I've noticed. So do I. They makeyou so feminine I forget altogether that you're still a man in some. She replied with a nod and they both responded at the same time and found it difficult for both their hands to fit into the opening of her dress. my wife suddenly slid her top down over her shoulders fully exposing her shear lace bra. The room suddenly became very tense for me. Several of the guys were quietly talking among themselves while Jose and Jonathan stayed with my wife. She then asked Jose if he would assist her with removing her bra. Without any hesitation at all he responded by. I’m ready for you to fuck me with your fat cock!” Jamie couldn’t wait to again feel the cock filling up his hole again.“Get on your back, whore; I want to see your face while I fuck you.” Karen removed her clothes. She then grabbed his pillow and placed it under his ass. She looked down at the little faggot slut she had created. Hair, makeup, bra, stocking, panties, and, he was smiling, loving it! She had known he would. She was in total control and her weak, submissive, husband’s.