I used to stay with my husband, who works in an IT company. I had a happy married life, but my sex life was getting disturbed lately because of my hus...band’s workload.As a mother of grown-up kids, I tried to stay away from having an affair outside my marriage. That is when I came in touch with Prerna. She was 38 years old and the wife of my husband’s colleague. I used to discuss my issues with her, and soon we developed a great friendship. We soon started getting intimate with each other. We. “Bend over the sink Missy,” she said sternly. She clearly wasn’t messing around so I did as she asked, my breath catching as my skin touched the cool marble top. “I’m going to give you an enema to flush out your ass and then I’m going to spank you for your disobedience. Understand?”“Yes Mommy,” I said meekly. “Good! Now spread your legs a little wider. I need to have better access to your asshole.”I again did as she asked and widened my stance. I felt her hands on my butt cheeks, spreading them. " "I am a cocksucker." "You are a girly-boy." "I am a girly-boy." And the boy began to tear up realizing what was happening to him. "That's it little sissy-girl. Cry as you give yourself to Daddy. You are a bitch." "I . . . I am a bitch." The boy sobbed. "Whose bitch are you?" Zeke demanded. "I am Daddy's bitch." "Who owns you?" "Daddy owns me." "When Daddy fucked you last night, his cum transformed you. Your ass is now my pussy. And you ain't got a cock. That little thing between your legs is. That first climax hit me like a freight train leaving me nothing more than a hot wet smear across the landscape, unstoppable and loud and devastating. My Master smiled at me and told me I was a good girl but there was more, so much more. Unable to take my hands from the headboard I just moaned and my hips rolled and my toes curled as I felt myself being taken from peak to peak.Every inch of my skin felt oversensitive. From the brush of the bedcover material to the light, cool breeze from the.