.fuck-able. I had images of he and I, hot and sweaty, fucking like a****ls. I shook my head again. "Alright, everything looks good." he said, taking o...f his rubber gloves. My head shot up. "It's over? You already---I mean..." I wondered why you didn't seem to notice me using the speculum." My eyes grew wide. God I hated that thing. But somehow I hadn't even felt it. Hadn't known it was anywhere around me. Stupid fantasies. Or great fantasies. Depending on the way you looked at it."So,. ” I was so engulfed in his love that I forgot about that he was FIL and enjoyed him. I was in love with his cock as it was touching the undiscovered places in my pussy and he gave one rough push and screamed “Oh! Rakesh.”I could feel some warm inside my pussy and he lay low and some of it was draining out of my pussy hole. He laid on the back and his dick after shrinking almost was half the size, his thigh secreting the liquid which I licked and rolled my hands over him.I kept my head on his. As he did so, poor Frilly noticed his erectsex outlined along the silken length of the bloomers and felt a senseof utter dismay. This was because ever since he had woken from hisdrugged sleep to discover himself in tight, inescapable sissybondage, he had been painfully stiff, his sex a piece of angry steelpressing desperately against the tight embrace of the silk body bag.Worse still, the world he was viewing through the unyielding nylonhood was alive with sexual meaning and feeling: he had. Customers became nonstop steady as the night wore on. One quick check into the hall showed a small line up of six or seven scrubby guys. Apparently, there was a call list for events like this and the call had gone out to the scummy pervert community that my wife was a working girl. Two, then four, then six, after about a dozen guys came (literally) and went, I noticed my wifes feet under the stall door changed position. Whereas before her toes pointed toward me or one of the walls with cock,.