Was this really happening? Was this safe? My wife was now a common hooker. She was out on Bleeker St. turning tricks. I thought she was just going... to be some black guy’s play thing, but this wasn’t what I thought she was going to be doing. As I followed the minivan I called James on my cell pone. “I thought she was just going to be servicing TJ. How come she’s turning tricks down on Bleeker?” I yelled. “Whoa, calm down and tell me what’s going on,” said James. I proceeded to tell him. It was no time at all before I had tons of guys wanting to have me. I had one on ones and gangs bangs almost every day. The guards saw I was not going to be good for anything but being a sex toy and didn't even bother to give me a regular job to do. Some of the inmates started sneaking in girls clothes for me and eventually I didn't even have to dress up in the prison outfits. I walked around in drag all the time. Then they got hormones for me and I started taking them. My breasts and hips. Derision dripped from every word. "Is he hung like a noodle?"Jenny rolled her eyes."Not that it's any of your business, but I would classify him as extremely long and extremely wide," she said. She held her hands apart and then circled her wrist."Bullshit," Ashley spat. "Your fucking dildo doesn't count."Jenny offered a one-armed shrug. She had decided she really didn't want to get into with her friends. They knew the guy she was dating – and they didn't like him."I can only tell you what I. You watch transfixed, as your Wife's bare bottom, blatantly rises up seeking my tender touch again but I cruelly land a hard stinging spank on her lovely upturned arse."Oh you like that don't you, you like it when I tickle your juicy bits, don't you?" I goad..."Yes..." she whimpers in a gasped whisper..."You really are a naughty little Wifey aren't you?" I tease as I wickedly slap her bare arse again, followed by a full force open handed smack that leaves her bare bottom jiggling from the.