"Your Magnificence," she said with a little bobbed curtsey."His Magnificence is not here today," said the Emir, "Just another customer. Call him 'sir'...if you like."His eyes, she felt, followed her everywhere, and the Maître d' was again watching her. Because it was not the centre of the restaurant, and because she was at her familiar station it was not so bad, but this young man was embarrassingly persistent in trying to chat to her."Do you have days off here?" he asked."Why does that concern. I don't see anyone but hear noises coming from the bedroom. Our bedroom is at the end of a hallway and the bed is right in front of the door. I look down the hallway and see my wife with her legs in the air and a black ass pumping in between them. I get an instant hard-on wihich I haven't had in months. I quietly go down the hallway into the guest bathroom where I can look around the door and hopefully not have them notice me. I hear my wife moaning how good his big cock feels in her and him. Chad, Roberta, and Deanna had even pooled their money to get her breast implants. Chad generally didn’t like such things, but there was no alternative for a transwoman such as Donna. She knew that she needed to get some breast enhancements to be more feminine.Ultimately, she both dreaded and desired the final change: the replacement of her male genitals with female ones. She knew that the surgery would hurt like hell, but she also wanted to get the transformation over with at last! She would. Why? I sat back and tried to keep from blowing my load all over the ceiling. Because when I was dancing with the guys, I could basically grind my pussy all over their legs. She was really enjoying this now. So, you werent wearing any knickers, were you? Honey, not in those&hellip,a thong wouldve been bigger! I began to get a good visual of my lithe little wife in these thin, white shorts, the hem flared out just enough to enable anyone at the club to get a good look at her toned little ass. .