’ Superman didn’t need any encouragement. He lay flat on his back in the snow and watched as his mistress swooped down to land on her knees next ...o him. She stretched out on her side, her legs towards his head and looked into his eyes. Without breaking her gaze she began to clean his penis. Her tongue lapped up the semen collecting in the wrinkles of his scrotum and in his wiry pubic hair. When she had cleaned around the root she began on the shaft. Taking care not miss a spot Superwhore. She nodded and began replaying the file, listening to the voice on it, and then copying the voice as much as she could.Chris could feel a headache coming on, and knew the only way to cure it was a few minutes meditation; he'd been doing this a lot recently although he could never remember what had happened during these times.Chris got to his room where Gwen was reading a book while in her costume. She didn't talk to him as his face showed what he was feeling; she was now used to his meditation. "Of course hangingover his head is always the threat that he could be removed from theSissy Guidance School and send to prison at any time if he does notconform. But he would spend one week in prison anyway as part of the tenweek course, every sissy does. This further underlines their submissivestatus where servicing inmates became a daily routine for them." After his week away in prison he came back completely subdued and fellinto his routine of learning how to keep house for his wife. I told her I did and then we just joked around like always. She went back into her house and came out in the sexiest bikini I have seen to date. I tried to hide my staring but I think she saw it anyways. After I was done, I was about to leave when Sarah asked me to stay and keep each other company. I agreed and dove it the pool, when I came up Sarah jumped in right next to me, splashing me in the face. We laughed and swam for the next hour. Then she got out and layed out next to the pool. She.