I knew that if he forced his way on me I would let him have me completely. Since I had yet to touch him or even make contact with his giant thick cock..., I knew I was going to have to start there. The next time I talked to him online I told him I would be completely naked on the bed and that I had feeling and fantasy of being controlled...I dried myself off and heard the car door close, I hurried to my bed dropped the towel and layer out on the bed completely naked with my legs slightly apart and. See, Marielle was always a “closet” slut in a manner of speaking. No, she didn’t flaunt it or dress up and act it out like in her younger years, but even then when she was younger when she was 18 or 20 or even later then that she would love meeting all sorts of various types of people and flirt to no end with them. Then with high hopes she’d find a way to end up going to bed with many of these people. Be it white or black, short or tall, she didn’t mind. She simply knew she loved having sex. He was a beautiful six foot hunk, well toned and groomed,something my wife and I would fantasise about joining us. At that moment i could see his cock twitching in his trousers and i just reached out and started to rub it, i could see in slowly rising up the side of his leg so i let the whopper out and lowered my head down on it. I could hear my wife come up the stairs but i couldn't get my mouth off his cock, i was fixated by this monster eight inch truncheon as my lips glided up and down. Then she stood back to admire her handiwork and laughed, "You're feminine!"I couldn't help it, I began to coo and I put my legs together in what must have looked like the most girlish pose. She just laughed and we had great sex that night after she released me. If I thought that would be the end of it, I was soon to learn the true power of feminization.That came some days later, when Yvette called to invite me to a dinner date at a restaurant nearby to her. This didn't strike me as unusual, as.