I smiled at them invitingly, pushing mybike on the side and disappearing in the bushes. They followed me, Ifound quickly a quiet place, turned towards... them, kneeled down andcaressed their bulges. They laughed at me, not believing the kind of slutthey just found:-You love big black cocks honey, don't you? You can't help but begging usfor some dark meat...-You have no idea how much I love it and how I need it, but I don't thinkI'll be able to give you anything else than a blowjob, my ass is. I quickly do so as not to piss her off this early. Mistress immediately applied the wrist restraints and locked them on with small padlocks followed by connectors which went to the eye bolts on the cross. Here I stand arms wide, collared and unable to do anything about it. Mistress gets that smile/smirk she gets when some diabolical thought works its way through her beautiful head. She leans down and gets out my leather slave hood and pulls it over my head, she tightens up the laces really. I received a tramp stamp just above my ass with arrows pointingdown into my crack. Finally, "Marisol's Sissy #6" was inked onto myalready suffering penis. My body was on fire, literally from head to toe.It seemed to last forever, but I heard the man ask if Marisol wanted totattoo makeup on my face. She told him that we'd come back for that lateron, but we had to hurry or else we'd be late for our party. The manlaughed, "I guess some Christmas parties are better than others," andproceeded to. I hated this feeling. But I kept quiet as Chetan became a new world for her.The marriage date was announced for next year. I was at the forefront of all the work. Marriage got over; everyone was so happy. She was about to leave for Mumbai in the evening. I was very tired due to the hectic work and was relaxing at home.I sent her a message, “I will miss you badly, Maya. You have been my best friend/sister and my world. It is going to take time to get over this. Love you.”She replied. “Same here..