I grabbed the large one and fitted it in my arse. “Come my bum slut” she said cheerfully “let’s have lunch”.I sat down, naked, well aware of... my bum being plugged. My body had readily accepted this new intrusion. Ruth, also still naked, served up lunch as if everything was normal. After lunch I stood up gingerly but the design of the butt plug was such that it wasn’t about to slide out. My cock was still erect and I wanted so badly to cum but Ruth kept teasing me. She would stroke me for a. A motorbike decided it was going to invade the space between me and her, its engine starting low and distant then raising in pitch and intensity as it neared. I cursed the rider who seemed to enjoy shifting gears a lot; up a gear then down, then up again. He must have passed behind a building because the sound lessened momentarily before reappearing. It was only when the motorbike didn't seem to be disappearing into the night that the realisation hit me: it was her vibrator. And from the sounds. During his research online he discovered that transvestites liked to givethemselves risqu? feminine non de plumes. Some where downright sillysuch as 'Sally Sucks' and 'Wendy Wantsit'; he wanted something that wouldbe tantalizing but not overtly sexual. He played with a few differentvariations and settled on Michele Nylons.It took him about three hours online to set up a hotmail account and joina number of transvestite resource and meeting sites; he also joined anumber of personal and 'friend. ”Jane smiled. “Good. I was hoping it would work out. Now it should be a lot easier to tell him. I just need to figure out the next move. I was thinking about making him your co-owner.”“Wow!” gasped Heather. “Wouldn’t that make me a slave all the time?”“Isn’t that what you wanted?”“Well, I thought that’s what I wanted,” replied Heather. “But now I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. I’m not sure it would be good to change my relationship with him.”“Maybe not,” agreed Jane. “How about this? We, or.