”Becky giggled and I giggled too, and I saw her posture soften. “My mom says that I’m too young to wear makeup,” she said. “She said if I ha...e big boobs and wear makeup the boys will think I’m a slut and they won’t respect me, even if I’m smarter and stwonger than they are. But I don’t care about boys anyway because they’re gwoss. I just want to wear makeup so the other girls will be nice to me.”I could imagine how Becky must get bullied by other girls. Boys wouldn’t dare pick on her, not once. Thewoman in front of her was her husband."You have to be joking," Jennifer said, the amazement on her faceevident. It took her a moment to consider what was going on. Sheknew that her husband had a fetish, something long ago put out of hermemory, but this was no costume. There was hardly a trace of a man inthe person she was married to. Then there was the thick set man,sitting far too close to the transvestite, and with a look in his eyethat was decidedly odd."I am here to sign over the. The brothers cock width still impressed me and I fantasized at night about what it would feel like inside. Would it hurt stretching me? I practised by pushing three fingers into me, but couldn’t get them past my middle knuckles. How to get them to both fuck me was the dilemma. I wasn’t sure they would with the other present. My problem was unexpectedly solved when my boyfriend came down with tonsillitis and was confined to several days’ bed rest for recovery. I found out when I. And there it was and lo and behold , from out of nowhere, I got an email from a Master who lived about 30 miles away. He said he had a female slave who would assist, and as he was bemused by the request, and as I didn’t mind pics being taken there was to be no charge.Fantasies are great… being given a long erotic wank by a sexy female slave .. Mmmm! So it was arranged and soon I was there knocking on the door.Reality is so often different. The house was a bit run down, and the Master a rather.