He mewled with feeblesurrender as she prettied the lace ruffles of his blouse round his cheeks,and led him like an enfeebled lamb back to her desk, wh...re he sat on herknee and knew he would have to do exactly what his employer said. Sheundid the buttons of his skirt to reveal the point of his panties, and wasgiven a notebook in which to write today's letter to his wife about hisworkplace dress code."Dear Tabitha," it began, "I am pleased with your choices of clothing foryour fetishist husband.. I’m sure all crossdressers and crossdreamers have a certain particular look we want to have if we could do it.For me its having real breasts that look like my breast forms. The tits are a part of me, not just silicone breast forms. They make me feel like a woman. The same general size with huge nipples always erect. With a firm shape but a noticable droop so they always have a natural, braless look to them. I’d never dare wear a bra with boobs like these anyway. Let them shake and bounce. I regretted not having visited the bank for such a long time. Dirty thoughts give the relationship a little spice. All dirty thoughts popped out in mind towards Malar. After looking at Malar, I desired something different. I wanted to delve into her body to taste every part.She was a kind of tender beauty that nobody would say no to enjoy and relish in bed. I increased my visits to the bank. My every visit to the bank heightened my desires towards her. She wore only sarees, and she would look. By sunrise, he’d been unable to lift his shield-arm to defend himself, let alone hold off Elaina’s constant attacks. She’d punished every mistake he’d made, and he’d made plenty; he was a mass of bruises and aches and pains.That was just the early morning. By mid-morning, Elaina had marched an already bone-weary Aran off into the woods to teach him to hunt. He’d been extremely unsuccessful, barely able to lift the short bow let alone draw it, and therefore missing every target he’d aimed at..