John had known that Nikki was a slut, and he didn't trust her in his absence. John kept Nikki at home, rarely did he allow her to leave the house. N...ikki would wait for her husband to return from work, only to serve him sexually, when he returned. John would make his wife stay inside their apartment while he assumed his life, doing whatever he pleased on the outside.John took full advantage of this situation. Nikki became his plaything, a fuck toy. She was there only to fulfill his sexual. Groggily he glanced at his watch, blinking his eyes to focus. It was nearly 9am. He climbed off the bed and realised he was still dressed. He called out for Hanga as he took off his jacket and staggered into the bathroom. He started to chastise Hanga for letting him sleep so long and then apologized, knowing it wasn’t his fault. Hanga said he was cooking a big breakfast for him seeing he hadn’t eaten the night before. David changed his clothes after he had washed and shaved. He asked Hanga,. She was already warm and I lifted my hand and slipped it into her jean shorts. Brenda rarely wore panties and today was no different as I slipped my hand right over her bald pussy and slipped two fingers into her as I cupped her tits. with my other hand. Brenda was rubbing my cock and I was groaning into her mouth. we broke from the kiss and she looked at Sindy on the bed and asked if I had fucked her to death. I laughed "Not yet" was my reply. Brenda smiled and slid down my body to take my. A place where we can hold hands as we sit in the congregation. A place where he can hold me tightly against him. An environment where we can attend small group discipleship classes and I can help with the serving of food and meals like most Christian women do. But ... this man must first be comfortable with some things. First, I am not passable as female although I hope to become more feminine in appearance. Right now when I wear dresses, bras, panties, tights and little girlie shoes, I look.