"I..I want..to..fuck.. himmm." She stammered."Tell me who you want to fuck baby." He groaned."I want to fuck Mark. I want to fuck my own son. God help... me..I want.. to fuck.. my OWN SON. I want to fuck my own son. OHHH GOD, I WANT TO FUCK MY OWN SON." Her illicit words rang out loud and clear in the quiet house. James was close to cumming, but held fast and waited until his wife came first. "FUCK ME MARK...FUCK YOUR MOTHER...FUCK MOMMY..FUCK YOUR MOMMY." Carol bellowed and then went totally. Beg for forgiveness for yourunforgivable behaviour!"Something inside snaps, and I shake my head, raising my tear stained faceto look at her. "No! It's not my fault Miss, this is unfair, he pulled offmy wig, he made me sit in his lap, it's not my OW!"She slaps my face, before raising her crop, "What? How dare you, youpathetic little sissy maid! You will never answer back to me! And rememberthis is all your choice, to be a sissy, not a real man, to be a maid, youvolunteered! And if you volunteer. She was responding well and holding me tighter. Frantically she pulled my t-shirt off and me squeezed her out of her tee too. She disliking real pretty in her interestingly rainbow coloured bra, which made laugh actually. She was like “whaaat its cute okkkk” and im like “lol”. Anyways… Pushed her down on the bed she unhooked her bra and let me pull it off. Cute fair lady.. slim and perky, whining under my arms was an adorable sight. I pulled my pants n boxers off and helped her get out of her’s. They’d escaped the anger of our break up, and the purges of subsequent relationships.The prints are excellent, professional, his camera obviously expensive — which really did mean costly back then. Her beautiful animal physicality breathtakingly conjured, the camera transforming her into something more than she ever really was as my wife. James as a photographer has fashioned her, somehow revealed her unalloyed sexuality. In those shots, he has captured a girl I never came close to knowing. I.