). I claimed and took possession of that slick, countrified pussy with ruthless aggression, much to Emily’s quite vocal delight. This was definitely...my private cunt now, in every sense of the word, and she made no attempt to even remotely send me mixed signals on that point. This twat belonged to me and everyone present knew it for a fact. She was my personal plaything and every plea for more of my dick simply reaffirmed this new reality for the benefit of all present company, as I spent my. While I stare into the darkness of the window I become aware of the reflection that's before me, of the two of them on the floor behind me. I smile in surprise at the quirk of it, like watching a hidden camera. Jess is squirming on the floor underneath Dad. Kneeling over her, he's tickling her first on the neck then the waist.She's in convulsions, legs kicking out against the delightful torture, her school dress skewed up past her knickers. The tickling fingers work from her waist down into her. Liz had all of the real men that she wanted and I got all of the crème de la crème that I had been craving for so long.It didn't take that many months before I was completely emasculated and totally impotent, yet I still had all of the feelings and sensations in my little, soft pee-pee and still had the ability to have orgasms when allowed to.My wife had used the Power of Her Womanhood on me and it had worked its magic perfectly. I was ever so grateful to have become her totally emasculated. I know you'veonly ever seen me in trousers, but I used to wear all of this sort ofstuff years ago" she laughed, "But I can't be bothered with all of thatnowadays" she added, "I simply want to be comfortable and maybe boringlypractical!" she laughed.Sitting back on the bed she continued "You know most men have got noidea what it takes to be tightly laced into a corset all day..." shethen laughed, adding "...actually probably most women haven't either..."she said, "...and it's not easy having to.