"Aren't they beautiful?" a sexy voice whispered in his ear. Turning his head slightly, he saw Kendra standing right behind him. Her sinful smile surpr...ised him. What she did next took this feeling to a whole other level. She placed her hand on his bulging crotch and rubbed his cock through his shorts. Glancing back at her suspiciously, Kevin saw lust in her piercing eyes. "I think we should go inside," she stated. "Wouldn't want to be seen out here stroking your cock. You are a married man.". In a minute or so the tattooed guy stepped out and called for another guy to give them a hand. Within ten minutes the three men emerged with several parts of what appeared to be a puritanical set of stocks. They set up a wooden bench about 2 feet long, 1 ft wide and about 2 1/2 foot tall at one end and maybe 1 ft. tall at the other. I was led over and pushed down to my knees and laid face down on its length. My head at the higher end, while my balls and cock hung off the lower end. My thighs. I had started to cross-dress years ago. Over time I learned to do it very well. My parents, of course, did not approve of that activity. So I had been forced to transform myself at night, when everyone slept. No need to go into detail. Every action has its consequence. One thing leads to another. I had put on shorts for the first time when I was 12 years old, and years later, I became a woman at two in the morning and went outside. The fear was constant in the initial outings, but over time it. Although how she had supposed I was going to do that was beyond me. All the women had complained about her, either to Sarah, and thus to HL or in Emma's case directly. What had happened that evening was rather more surprising. Apparently, after we returned to the house and Annabelle had gone to her room, Chrissie, the little minx, had gone up with a pot of cold cream and offered to rub it into Annabelle's sore bum. After some resistance, Annabelle had allowed Chrissie's ministrations, and.
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