I propped myself up on my elbows as I gently and softly rocked into her.“Oh FUCK” she said… “you feel SO fucking good.”“So that’s your f...ntasy?” I repeated my earlier question as I slowly fucked my slutty wife..“Not exactly” she replied between breaths.“Tell me” I encouraged as I rocked slowly in and out of her squishy cunt.“Well,” she spoke softly now, “I… I… I want to be with two guys…at the same time.” she stopped, and her voice trailed off.“A threesome?” I asked, as I slowed my. All through my teenaged years my crossdressing experimentation continuedand expanded but was limited to what of my mother's clothing I couldactually fit into. I had to be careful to fold and place the clothingback exactly as I found it but I took the risk of being found out for Ihad to satisfy what was to become a lifelong crossdressing compulsion.At one point my mother figured it out and discreetly asked me to stayout of her dresser but didn't press the issue any further. I think shethought it. I have no doubt our formation in such techniques played a part in the decision to enslave me.My name, incidentally, was Kristel, a name chosen for its apparent similarity with those traditionally used in America, but those close to me generally called me Kris. I never thought of myself as particularly pretty, but people around me said I was. I was shy, but amicable enough, and had good friends.I am dark skinned, like the color of caramel, with almond-colored eyes and dark, wavy hair. My breasts. Let’s go outside and talk about this so we do not argue in front of the k**s, said Mr. Smith. -But she was such a perfect innocent bait! I just wanted to have some fun, said Mrs. Smith.-Let’s go! Said Mr. Smith sternly. -Can we play with the “bait”, until you get back?, asked the girls in unison.-Sure, but we will not be long, said Mr. Smith.Hannah could hear Emelie and Sarah getting closer. Hannah tried to protest:-HHMMM, AAA, Hey what do you mean with “play”? Could someone release me? Aaaaww,.