The desk was bare, except for a series of sliding panels. On the wall in front of the chair was a computer monitor surrounded by light bulbs. It was b...lank and the bulbs were dark.||Please sit in the chair|| the voice commanded.I couldn't deny the fact that I was getting aroused by the idea of sitting in the chair and having my anus exposed to the hole. I ran my hands over the contours. They were made of soft, somewhat pliable rubber, covered with a slightly oily film.||Please sit in the chair||. My mistake was when I tried to defend our daughter Jennifer. Daughter, not son? That's right. Reaching puberty, little John felt more female than male and at the age of 18 decided to become Jennifer. When Jennifer presented herself, with her long black hair, tiny skirt and stockings, all dolled up like a cute tiny teen, I took her in my arms and told her that I was supporting her. I felt her loose her tension in my arms and that's when I realised how scared she was of hour reaction. My wife. Trust me the thought of having sex today with this angel had me anxious I didn’t knew what do to or where to start, the dim light and the aroma of the candles were making the mood sensuous and she was looking like an angel i just started kissing her on her neckline(she was warm) and slowly moved to her cleavage and then to her naval and all the way to her pussy she just was shivering at the feel of my cold lips on her body. With one stroke i removed her panties and she had was working on her. I too didn’t have any problem with this. So she now considered myself as her boyfriend. I too didn’t waste any of the chance to misuse her theory. Now I too started to behave to her as her Boyfriend. I used to kiss her in her cheeks, neck etc in between. Also I found it very interesting in catching her ass with my hands. Now my full hand is not enough to get hold of her ass. She used to reciprocate it with a shy smile and would look around to make sure that nobody is seeing us. In short she.