She hefted it and sissy shuffled over, eager to be humiliated, but more importantly, eager to show his Mistress that he would do anything for her. Sis...sy's mouth formed an O-shape and Mistress pressed it into her mouth. 'Good Sissy. That's it. Tastes good doesn't it?' Eyes closed, sissy said 'Yes,' But it was just a muffled sound as Sissy was finding it difficult to accommodate such a massive cock. He could taste his Mistress' pussy, but the smell was overwhelmed by his musky scent. 'Sissy!'. For a wedding present he gave us a five bedroom, split level home over in the creek development. Mrs. Himmler looked like the mummy unwrapped. Pasty pale face, hideous auburn flip wig. The only time a life-like expression came over her sour puss was when her hubby jumped up on the buffet banquet table, and started singing "Zip-a-dee-doo-dah" while dancing and making his toupee swivel round and round on his head. The expression was one of pure horror.About half way through the actual ceremony,. I just did not desire sex with a cheating whore anymore” Nick sighed. “she had a couple of fuck buddies I think. Totally ruined her for me."Craig got up from his desk and approached Nick, slowly. “can I ask you something Nick?”“sure” he said looking back at his lawyer.“you say you no longer desired your wife, what about women in general?” He put his hand on Nick’s shoulder. “Were you sleeping with other men?” He stood next to Nick. “You said you were Bi”“tell you the truth I never liked women. I want to be her man.” I heard those words very clearly, and I heard my heart race. I was searching my head for a memory of that voice. Ahh! I know who it is! His name is Tam. Tamerson Brooks. Everyone calls him Tam. He is one of the ranch hands that works with my father every day. He breaks horses just like my father has all his life. I often found myself daydreaming about Tam. I just loved the way he worked the horses with surety and confidence. He was very muscles, like Father. His dark.