As she admired her handiwork she said, "God! You are beautiful!"Ignoring my blush, she continued, "You seem to be very good at paintingtoenails. I wan...t you to do mine."Forgetting all the trauma of the past few hours, I got down to work. Shesat on a chair, watching TV, while I, her feminized slave, knelt at herfeet and painted her nails a bright red.After I had done her nails, she sent me to the kitchen to make dinner.As I went about my chores, the clanking bracelets and the jingling bellskept. With her other hand she was grabbing her left breast, squeezing, pulling and pinching her nipple, moaning gently."I'm just getting pussy ready for you."She pushed herself onto the bed and lifted her legs, showing a beautiful plump labia, and salmon-pink pussy lips. I wasted no time and plunged my face right between her legs. I began teasing her by tongue-fucking her plump hole, tasting her sweet juices. Her pussy was dripping wet, as I spread her lips, fingering her just a little, and darting. I talked with Paul and we decided to take them away for a long weekend of hard sex. We arranged for a beachfront condo and some local "help." Using a picture of the two of them wrapped in each others' arms naked and kissing, I had no problem finding volunteers.It was set for this last weekend. This is the story of that weekend. Stella and I pulled away from my place on Thursday afternoon to pick up Paul and Hope. They each had a small suitcase which they threw in back. We started out on the. I had to wear condoms, because she wasn’t on birth control. Plus, she said she didn’t want to feel “my icky slime” in her. Still for me, the sex was wonderful. For her, not so much. “I just must be used to getting fucked by bigger cocks honey,” she reamistered, “sorry to say, but yours must be too small for me to really enjoy it. I mean it was OK, you can still fuck me when you want to while we’re on the honeymoon. I was kind of thinking it would be like this when I saw your penis anyway, dear..