She was as assured as he was uncertain, forciblyguiding him into the required position. Before he could gather histhoughts, he was lying bare-bottomed... across his wife's lap - like a smallchild being manhandled by his Mummy - or a sissy being prepared forpunishment by his Dom."I said we needed to have a chat," Jane informed the snivelling sissy. "Ithink this is the perfect time to find out about what my naughty babygirl has been up to, behind Mummy's back. Don't you?" David whimperedwordlessly. She kept up the process, teasing him for a few days or weeks and then asking him for something. He grew out the hair on his head, started dressing differently. He thought it was a little feminine but she always reassured him it was sexy. And her performances during the blowjobs that inevitably followed made sure he believed her. Yes, everything was going perfectly so tonight she’d see if he was really the guy she thought he was. -------------------------------------------------------------. " A look of fear ran across his face. He looked around, slightly panicked, his eyes searching all of our faces eventually looking at me. With a simple raise of my eyebrows I saw Michael submit. He slowly removed his suit, kicking away his shoes before standing before us in his ragged boxer shorts. "Oh dear!" Muttered Marcus under his breath as he retrieved a tape measure from his bag. "Just do what you can Marcus," I said. "James is coming by shortly to help too." Jennifer lit up at this. I hadn’t seen her for about seven years, since my wife’s funeral, she looked cold and wet and miserable.“What’s going on?” I asked.“I’ve left the bastard, and for good this time.”I knowingly smiled. This wasn’t the first time she had walked out (she always went back). Then she looked up and tried to smile. What a mess, black eye, split lip and bruising all over her face. My blood boiled, I was ready to get in my car, drive to their home and beat seven bells of shit out of her husband. I may.