Leave me.” But he knows what I want. He pressed my waist and kissed my neck.He said, “I know you are itching for sex. I masturbate daily, thinking...about your ass and fucked my wife every night. I love your ass and boobs. I don’t leave, you bitch. I will fuck you like whore! You are my bitch! Show your pussy.”Then he removed my safety pin at my shoulder. He drops my pallu, and I see his aggressive lustful sight on my boobs. I covered my valley with my hands. Sarath became angry, and he was. They were all now ready for their new lives. Many of thewomen who attended had thoughts of instigating sissification procedureson a male themselves, others just enjoyed the idea but it had been awonderful experience for all.Authors Note: It has been a wonderful pleasure to present this story toall of you. I sincerely appreciate the comments you have made. This storyis mostly true and accurate though it has been condensed to take place ina short period of time for readability. I am and have been. We had been lucky. “I’m up on the fifth,” Marco said. We got in my car and I tilted the steering wheel up. I wear boxers with my junk hanging on the right. My wife sometimes scolds me for showing too much, but I know that was one of the things that attracted her to me in the first place, and she likes the length. But I couldn’t seem to get comfortable. I had to shift around a couple of times. I reached toward the dash. “Do you want to listen to the radio?” “Naw.” I detected an accent, but I. She professed her love to me and her desire to be used HARD! I used my toungue to lap at the sticky mess left behind. I started at the valley at the base of her throat, continued down and around her breasts, to her flat tummy, her belly button where I found a small pool of his spunk and finally, to her smooth, well-used pussy. Her legs opened all the way and my tongue made a long slow lap along the length of her well-lubed slit. "Lift your knees, you slut" I growled. "I want it ALL!"She.