.. and she missed it!There were hoots of triumph from the guys, and shrieks of angrydisappointment from our team, but we admitted defeat (just as I'd ...oped!)and then I turned to "Esther" and explained:"The Penalty for Losing is a little steep, I'm afraid, Darling: You see,now we have to be Slaves to the Men for the rest of the Week-End!"I had honestly expected some rebellion from my transformed husband atthat point. But to my surprise, Kiki, he was just too ashamed andmortified to protest! He. You belong to me, now and forever."He threw me to the floor."And while you're hanging with those sluts at that school, you remember who gets this pussy."He picked me up and threw me onto a chair. He unfastened his pants and pushed them down, then he got on me and spread my legs."Grandpa, please," I cried. "You're scaring me." Am I," he asked, taunting. "Well I have something for you to be scared of."He pushed my panties asided and shoved into me fast and hard. I yelled and struggled to get away. Her long slender fingers sliding up and down me felt delicious. She continued massaging me, teasing with her fingernails, stroking me all with one hand. I reached down between her legs to rub her sweet vagina. She was warm and moist, so I played with her as she did with me. I began to feel the urge, so I paused her.“Roll over onto your other side, sweetness.”She had a curious look, “I don't do butt stuff, Jay.”“I had no intention of doing that, just on your side and let me slip between your. It glowed in the setting sun, standing out against the gray-blue sky. Within two weeks, the corral fence would be draped with fresh evergreen garland and festive red bows. There would be colorful wreaths and evergreen sprays displayed on the sides of the large attached shed. The inside of the shed would be transformed into Santas house, filled with the aroma of cinnamon and where over two hundred different Santa figurines would be displayed. Marys mood turned somber as she remembered last year..