I arch back into you. Finally touching you. You take my weight. If not for you, I'd collapse down.I catch my reflection in the mirror and can't take m...y eyes off me now. I try not to roll my eyes up and get lost in it. I look wanton, hungry, wild and dazed. I look like a slut. My hair frizzy, half wet and half dried, no make up, my lower lip swollen and glossed, and eyes glassy. I look just fucked. And I'm! Your finger then move faster, I stand on my toes now. I murmur "please" and "yes". She wasn't really harsh with me but she was not happy that I'd cum inside her as at that point in our relationship, cumming inside of her was reserved for her bulls.6) My ex's Owner, Nick, tattooed my wife as HIS "Bitch In Heat". The idea was mine...well, having her get a tattoo for her Owner was my idea. I've always loved women that have sexy tattoos and as I recognized my role as her cuck hubby, I thought it would be extremely sexy for her to get a tattoo as a symbol of Nick's ownership of my. Before finding out this fact, I would see footwear that I likedand buy from elsewhere in their largest size, size 8 or if I was lucky 9and sometimes would really have to squeeze into them.My cross-dressing began when I was about 12, trying on my sisters' stuff.Later, this wouldn't be enough of a thrill and as I started earning moremoney of my own doing my paper round and eventually day jobs, I would seeshoes I liked and start to buy my own. My confidence in other areas of mylife was pretty damn. I heard footsteps and then what I thought was the sound of some ones clothes dropping like they were going to take a shower. I just stood there as I heard footsteps walk into the shower. “Whose there!? Stop hiding!” I heard one of the showers turn on, then another, and soon all the showers were running.My mind was running wild with the thought that I was going to get raped in the girls room shower. “Jenny,” said the voice, “do u remember me? We had some fun about 2 years ago.” I had no.