Karen was sbocked, helpless and she whimpered pitifully and tried to turn and look at me with my fingers still inside her, roughly poking her shallow ...cunt until I jammed into her cervix. I smiled at her at then grabbed her hair and shoved her face into the bed. I tightened the belt again and listened to her struggle to breath for a second before whispering to her again. I told her calling for help counts as struggling, so now she won't breath for 30 seconds. Her struggling just got worse. She on the other hand was wearing a very tight fitting black shirt over what seemed to be her bare breasts. Her 36 DD breasts were always proving to be most enjoyable assets for her to pleasure me with and that was certainly the case here today. She also wore very short neon orange running shorts and argyle knee high socks with tennis shoes. She had pulled her dark brown hair back into a pony-tail...simply for the ease of not having to deal with it.As we parked the car and got out, she. I had done all of thehousework, dinner was almost ready, Jane was having a nap and I wastired.I got to thinking, a few years ago I got married to a wonderful woman andlived as a man, not a macho guy but a man. Then one day things startedto change and I was wearing women's underwear. Victoria had pushed mebut I had embraced it and pushed myself. She had called me a sissy as ajoke and it hurt but a few months later I dressed as a sissy and likedthe clothes, just not the name. Later I realised. The next morning we all got dressed and tidied up ready for Paul's parents Jean and Ray who dutifully arrived at 11.00As Paul had described they were a good looking couple in their early 40s and Paul, whilst smaller, was the spit of his Dad. Jean a radiant red head with lovely green eyes had a very large chest with plenty of cleavage on display but was in good shape. With a dazzling smile and a bubbly personality she oozed sex appeal.We all sat down and chatted for a bit and were soon fairly at.