Number One stood on the bench with me and reached up to unhook me from the roof. It was one of the bearded guys, around forty years old, taller and h...eavier than me and he smelt like a man. He reached up and undid the carabiner from the ceiling and it felt good to have my arms below my head again. He hadn't unhooked the carabiner from the speedos on both of my wrists, so I was still kind of handcuffed. Standing on the bench I wobbled a little because my legs were still tied in. Number One. We continue our passage. After a short while to my dismay I feel the man’s hand searching for a way under my cloak. He gains entry and his fingers begin to roam, becoming bolder as they trace the curve of my breast. He is baiting me and I stumble right into his jest. I shriek and heave mightily, causing the horse to shy uneasily sideways. The man briskly delivers another spanking and there is laughter this time. My pride hurts just as badly as my behind and I clench my fists… because my hands. Now let's move ahead a few years. I was getting more and more turned on by CD's, TS's and TV's and frequenting the cross-dressing forums and chat rooms. I began building up a collection of lingerie and lipstick, plus a few dildos and some DVD's. Gotta love the internet and anonymous shipping! Got some really sexy red fuck me pumps too which I loved to wear with my seamed black stockings.It was about this time that I got up the nerve to respond to a Craig's list ad. It was an older. I demanded, "If you want this cock you better give it a name!" She blurted out, "Biggie." I asked my wife, "Do you want Biggie to fuck you?" She replied with, "Yes Biggie fuck me." I pushed its big head past her lips and watched as it slid in. When I got about half of it in I could feel the pressure in her pussy tighten. I had to be careful and not hurt her or this moment would be over quickly. She started breathing hard as I jiggled it with my hand. I pulled it back so only a couple inches.