I wrangled a free-lance job to photograph the Christmas lights in the Evil City. I picked a time frame where I knew that my spouse had to work, arrang...ing three days and two nights to do the shoot which would coincidentally coincide with Dean and Sandy’s visit. I could hardly wait and I found that I was growing hard beneath my lacy thong as I drove through the night listening to my homemade Avenue D cd in the car.I had been cross dressing off and on since high school. I couldn’t help it seemed. The only unanswered question going through my mind was the gravity of my sentence! I was hoping for some hot, kinky bondage sex, but my quirky and imaginative lover could never be counted on to be predictable, and the quizzical look on her face told me the wheels were really spinning this time. Since I suspected her obsessive love of her favorite Ben & Jerry's flavor more than likely trumped her love for me at the moment, her revenge upon me probably wouldn't include any orgasms. I had to start. After a minute it opened. Inside was a tall man, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. He had brown eyes and straight brown hair. “You’re Elle?” he asked, looking her up and down in the dim light. “Y-yes,” she said. “And you’re Brian?”“I am. Come on inside.” He opened the door further, letting Elle step into his house. Brian closed the door behind her, turning to smile at her. “Your dominant said it was $200 for the hour? And you’d be obedient to me the whole time without crossing your. The gagging allows for a sweet sensation to pass through him then when he is on the edge she comes back up to his tip. Sucking hard on it while her tongus swirls around it. Unable to help himself he maneuvers his hand to entangle in her hair. Slamming her head down over him again as his balls slap against her chin. Then easing her back up to his tip again, repeating the slamming down deep a couple times to show her the rhythm he desires her to use. She gets it and continues to do as he showed.