He didn’t pay much attention to me as I walked through the store pretending to be browsing but really trying to find my wife. I headed toward the b...ck of the store, around the corner into a short hallway. Not having any luck finding my wife I decided to enjoy myself in one of the private viewing rooms. Quickly I found an empty room and let myself in. This was one of those places that had a video screen and a window for viewing dancers. The little light by the window was on, which meant. He had asked that she be freshly waxed – not one, stray hair on her pussy – and that her asshole be bleached so it was pretty and primed for his use. She was directed to pack only her new dress and corset, thigh highs, her boots and a few of the previously discussed sex toys that she had been using to prime herself for him. She had taken care of every request with joy.Now just a few minutes away, she grabbed her phone and texted Him as He requested. The response was only, “Room 950.” He was in. I smiled across at my naked daughter-in-law, her wrists still bound, her eyes distant, her body obviously still recovering from the tremendous sexual experience. I toasted her with my coffee cup, "Would you like some more coffee, Anna? I'll be glad to get some for you." She lifted her eyes to me and tried to focus. Then she looked at the table, the familiar setting, and then down at her naked body and her still-bound wrists."Are we ... are you done?" she asked softly. "Am I ... am I still. Putting his face back into the person's crotch area to steal a quick suck on the tip of the cock he heard, to his suprise, a very feminine moan. "A shemale, a voice in his whispered to him... Score!." the voice proclaimed. To confirm this he took a glimpse up at the face of the person he was sucking off. And sure as shit it was a shemale. The manly features were still there in the face but the tits looked too good to be implants. He raised a hand in an attempt to grab one when he heard.