To tell the truth I had rather been skirting the issue of how much June got into this masquerade."Be that as it may, my love, but I really don't find ...rossdressing that interesting on anything but a professional level. I can understand a bit of why some men enjoy the clothes, but for me it doesn't make any real difference. The amount of work it takes is far more than I would want to do every stinking day and besides, my chest hurts from the weight of these grapefruit in my bra." Grapefruit?". He continued, “When her parents found out, they forced her to get married. They said that they would disown her if she didn’t. I decided to take advantage of it because she was a nice sweet girl and I had sensed that she might have a submissive streak in her. I’ve spent the last few days indoctrinating her into a master/slave relationship. I’m going to make her do a series of humiliating things Friday night before the reception on Saturday. That’s where I need a little help from Vincent.”. The following Sunday found us at Cliffs again; his parents were gone for the day so it was just us kids with an empty house for the afternoon.This time there was no pretense of a video game. We all knew what we were doing there; Nancy was going to show off her tits and panty covered pussy and I was going to make her orgasm as much as she wanted to. Cliff and Brad got to watch, only this time I changed the rules of the game; Cliff and Brad got to join in.As Nancy and I began kissing while seated. ” “What’s that?” I asked shifting my hard cock in my jeans, She handed me a tailor’s tape. “Measure yourself for me.” “What?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “I want to know how long and thick you are.” “Why not do it yourself?” I smiled figuring that was perfectly logical. “My mom’s a light sleeper,” she said.”If I go in there with you, she’s bound to hear something.” “Why do you want to know?” If a black girl could blush she did at that moment. She looked away, then back to me. “Don’t.