I wasn't sure what I would do with them but I loved staring at the pictures. The centerfold was of a dark haired, tan skinned, hairy European looking ...uy. He had beautiful, dark, tight balls and his limp uncut, cock laid perfectly to the side on his stomach. I didn't really know why, but I loved looking at him and his body and I realized that looking at him made my cock hard. I remember wanting to touch myself but I became nervous of someone seeing me and seeing the magazine so I left it and. ‘I just need to get home to get ready for this evening. Thanks for the great day and I can’t wait to do it again sometime.’ ‘Alright. Happy birthday and I hope Jon racks you tonight. You look like you need it!’ She said with a wicked smile, like she knew something and headed for her car. The thought of Jon ‘racking’ me sent another jolt through me. I got my groceries loaded in the trunk, all the while being acutely aware of the constant message that was coming from my pussy. As I climbed into. I grabbed hold of the bulge in his pants as he gave me a sexy kiss. I kissed my was down his chest dropping to my knees coming eye level with his crotch. I opened his pants and was not disappointed as the largest cock I have ever seen was staring me in the face. While I haven't been with a ton of men, I was no angel before I was married and never encountered equipment like this! To top it off he wasn't even fully hard yet. I started licking his black tool and alternately sucking him. I. He walked up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. "Debbie, you will do exactly as I tell you, isn't that right?" I was caught off guard by this, but instead of questioning him, all I could do was nod. "You're now my girl, my little sissy girl. Say it; tell me that you're my sissy girl." I turned around and looked up at him. "I'm your sissy girl," I replied. "Speak softer; make your voice more feminine, Debbie." I did as he commanded. His.