I rememberedall the times in class where I stood in front of the class, pretending tobe a respectable teacher, while Lauren sat in the back with her t...eammatesfrom the soccer team as she pressed a button on a remote control thatmade the dildo in my asspussy vibrate. Lauren would watch me squirm asshe held down the button, smiling knowingly as I tried to control mybreathing and speech as my pathetic clitty spurted sissy juice into mypanties. After each lecture, a gaggle of girls led by Lauren. ." Ride 'em cowgirl?." This was our joke for girl on top. Since I becameJess, I understood why she liked it sometimes. It was fun being incontrol."No. You on top."She put on a condom. I knew that was the right thing to do but part ofme wondered what happened if it broke. What that would mean. While wewere having sex, a fleeting thought crossed my mind. I pictured hersperm meeting my egg and I smiled. I swear I saw the same look crossher face right before she came."That was great," she. What changed even more was her look. The plain hair was now a flowing mane that always seemed perfect whether it was styled or just pulled back into a ponytail. Her makeup perfectly complimented her light freckles instead of trying to hide them. Ugly glasses were replaced with contact lenses. Baggy, plain looking clothes were replaced with ones that emphasized her long legs, great ass, and trim waist. I’m sure plenty of people wondered what she was doing with someone who looked like me. I know. She had steadfastly resisted his attempts to bring another male into their sex play to fill her in just such a way. That would be wrong. That would be going too far.However, it wasn't wrong to let your husband enjoy himself in a way that would let her sleep, secure in the knowledge that her husband was satisfied in the bedroom aspect of their marriage. So Susan endured such things as bottles and whippings, and having a spouting cock forced into her mouth, fresh from her vagina, though she told.