Would he kiss me? Would I let him kiss me? Would I like the feel of that bushy moustache? Would he make me feel even more girlish than I already did? ...Would he think that I was as pretty as I thought that I was?I decided to set up the camera on the tripod. I took three or four pictures. I can not explain the feeling of freedom that I had, as I watched them develop, a permanent record of my girlification. Any one who ever saw these would know that I was a sissy, complete and utterly. I knew, when. 00 p.m. and told her there is enough time for lunch. She then told me to take her cuffs now and wants me to hug her and vice versa for me. I opened her cuffs and told her to roll over. She obeyed and rolled over and she was about to open her folds to know what I will be doing next. I immediately take the hands and cuffed her again. This time her back was in the front and her face was on the bed. She said to take off the cuffs immediately and not to lie to her like this. I then repeated the same. I sat down on the sofa and she put a DVD in. Apparently someone decided to record everything for me. So I spent the next 2 hours watching my wife get gangbanged by 6 guys. She was fucked in every hole, multiple times, and they left her with gobs of cum running out of her, dripping down her face, on her breasts, and coming out of her ass and sloppy well used cunt. I was amazed, and incredibly turned on. She had this glazed look in her eyes, and at first I was worried someone might gave d**gged. This didn`t even seem to me nymphomaniac any more. I thought: “Damn! maybe she wants to leave her boyfriend and get it on with me…” Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you that she had a boyfriend, crazy about her but always away from home, sailing around the world, leaving her, preety little thing, all alone…with other men to take care of her needs (and she had some needs!..) Don`t want to seem again sissy and girly to you all, but the thought of having a girlfriend like her didn`t really please me. I.