He's stroking his cock, making squelching sounds, and drops the lube. She turns to me again, her head twisted back to see me. He squats behind her and...her hands grip the sheets. I watch the tension mount in the muscles in her arms and legs, folded tightly beneath her. The awaiting man spreads her cheeks and lines up the head at her tiny, wrinkled back door. She's breathing hard, tense and tight, a coiled spring mounted on a steel rod. Her eyes are dark and wet and wide, her lower lip caught in. FIL slowly advanced towards her.Omana realised that she completely lost herself and was stroking herself.She immediately pulled her hands out of her skirt.I could see it glistening due to her vaginal juice.She looked at FIL in a frightened manner.He sat next to her and took her right hand in his hand.He slowly took it to his mouth and started sucking her fingers.I could sense Omana didnt know what to do or how to respond to the situation.She still looked at him like a troubled c***d looking at. "Say hello to Wendy," Mrs Cashmore whispered in my ear."Wendy?" I whispered, unable to look away from my reflection."Yes Wendy. When you are dressed like this, which will quite often fromnow on, you will be Wendy, not William," Mrs Cashmore said in a self-satisfied tone."Let's put on the jacket. We'll put something in a bra next time to giveyou some cleavage but let's see how you look fully dressed," she went tothe bed and came back with the blazer that matched my skirt and held itout so I. I wasn't well-muscled.Nor slim-waisted. "Now stand still with your legs apart. I'm going tocover your body with hair-removing cream."She started at the back, using a small plastic spreader to apply thecream. She worked from my ankles up to my bottom. She covered the cheeksof my bottom, then in the crack between them. The spreader touched mybum-hole, then the crotch area behind my balls. Then my back up to myneck and then the backs and sides of my arms. Then she moved round to thefront and.