I could now see the strapon she had put on while getting the cuffs out of her bag. She took out a condom and put it over the strapon. She kneeled on t...e bed and started rubbing my hard on asking me if I wanted to be treated like a sissy. As she rubbing my junk she started getting aggressive till she had my cock out of my panties and was tugging and squeezing and pulling my cock till it would hurt. But I liked it. As she got off the bed she d**g me close to edge. Gathering up my pillows she put. I removed her blouse. There was no bra inside and her breasts came out.They were the most beautiful things I ever seen. I fondled them and kissed and sucked. She was in pleasure with eyes closed and palms running and pressing my hard muscles. Slowly I guided her to the bed room, removed her skirt and laid her naked on bed with me. My cock was pulsating. I lowered my pajama and shown my fully erected cock. She looked at it with surprise and a naughty smile. ‘Oh.. your thing is looks like an. Under Ellen's tutelage, he learned to do his own makeup;nothing too bold, but impressively feminine. He tried his best. He onlywanted to make his wife happy. And of course, to keep the mob in the darkabout Heather's true identity.He was making progress at doing his own makeup, though rather slowly. Itbecame routine for him to do his own cosmetics and hair. Only on specialoccasions would Ellen step in and work her magic. His lingerie becamemore and more womanly every day. He never looked. The cuckolded man is sated only when the degree of peculiarity emulates his spirit, and at climax , experiences the forgery of moods and desires as it is - raw and unrelenting. A cuckoldress knows all too well of her cuckolds passions, but rarely what is subjectively felt in spirit. It should noted that her desires shape the spirit of the cuckold, and in return, shapes her own only vaguely - for the cuckold is the final entity to witness and bear the carnage in that abode of pleasure; the.