Seven days to sissyhood. Day 1

To explain how I got to where I am now I had better start at the beginning.
it was a normal Saturday, I had gone out for a walk (as good a way of keeping fit as any), and when I came in I shouted "Hi Sooze (my name for my wife Susan), I'm home".
The silence that greeted me was almost palpable.
I knew she was at home, then a few seconds later, I hear her say "Leslie, come here.”
Leslie?, she always calls me Les, why call me Leslie.
My heart started pounding.
I go upstairs and the door is open to the spare bedroom where I have the computer set up, for home use and the times when I can do some work for home.
I see my wife sitting at the computer, and she looks at me and says "What the fuck is this?"
My mouth goes dry, "What is what?"
I walk over to the computer screen, unfortunately I already suspected what was on there.
Before I went for my walk, I had been watching tranny porn, logged onto my favourite tranny site.
I remember my phone went off just as I was about to log off, I suspected I did not log off and shut the computer down.
Being on private browsing only works if you leave the browser!
As I look at the screen, my worst fear was realised, all what I was looking at was there to see.
"Well," said my wife.
" I can explain."
"Well explain then," she said.
"I erm, well, er, well." I stammered.
"Well that has explained everything," my wife said with sarcasm in her voice.
"Are you gay, have you been waiting for the time to dump me and live with your boyfriend, because divorcing you was the first thought when I saw this."
I felt tears welling up "No I love you, I am not gay (true), it is just that I get turned on wearing lingerie, I will stop now, and never wear them again."
"So how long have you been dressing up," she asked.
I looked at the floor, knowing that I was blushing " Since I was in my teens, so about twenty years or so."
"So all our married life you have been wearing knickers, MY KNICKERS!"
I nodded my head and whispered "yes, I have stopped wearing lingerie on occasions, but then start again, but I will stop now."
"So after twenty years you will give it up, just like that, yes I REALLY believe that will happen.”
Also you have all these e-mails saying about sucking cock, and being fucked, being a sissy, being ordered to watch while I am being fucked by other men.
I know the thing of watching me is not true, but have you sucked cock, or been fucked or fucked other men?"
"No," I said (true again).
"So why did you say that you had?"
"Sometimes it is just fantasising, and the other person likes that kind of thing, so you play along."
"So you want me as a leather clad domanatrix, treating you as a little sissy then?"
With that thought in my mind, my cock had a little throb of delight.
"Mmmm well, it is a fantasy, but I thought you would not like it so I kept it to myself, I didn't want you to divorce me."
"So you thought that lying and deceiving was a better way to go about it, did you?
I have played dressing up games with you, and been prepared to act the maid and schoolgirl for you and all you time YOU wanted to be wearing the clothes."
"No I loved seeing you in the clothes, it is just that those are clothes which women wear, and I didn't think you would understand"
"I must admit," she said "that at the moment I am pissed off with you, and I am wondering if our marriage is worth continuing with."
"Please darling I do love you I will do anything, that is why I said I will never dress again," again I could feel the tears welling up.
"That would be pointless, I think if this marriage is going to continue, it will be on MY terms."
"yes darling anything." I say.
"You must give me TOTAL honesty, nothing hidden anymore, if I even THINK you are hiding anything I will start divorce proceedings, and I think with what I have found on this computer I would have no problem saying who was the guilty party'"
"Some of the pics show you wearing MY lingerie, but some show different lingerie, go an get your lingerie."
I go into the loft (not original I know, but my wife rarely goes up there), and come down with a holdall containing all my frillies.
She has now moved into our bedroom, and is sitting on the bed.
“Ok lets see what you have got,” she says as she points to the bed.
I open the holdall and pull out lots of lingerie, in all colours, styles, materials until it looks like a rainbow has crash landed on the bed.
“Well you have been busy,” she says. “it makes my knicker drawer look mundane.
I blush, not knowing how I should react, I decided to keep quiet.
She picks up various items and inspects them. All of them are crumpled, some have seen better days and are frayed, and some have straps which have broken or the elastic has gone.
“I think some of these need to go into the bin,” she says as she picks up various items and tosses them into the bin, and considerably reduces the pile.
“These are ok, but they do smell a bit,” she says as she wrinkles her nose.
“The loft is a bit damp,” I say as though trying to justify the smell, not that they were smelly because I had used and abused them. Although some of the smell was probably because of how I had used them.
“So sissy, I think it is about time you did a fashion parade for me,” my wife said as she looked at me.
“W ww what,” I couldn’t believe what she just said.
“You want to be a sissy, I think you should know what it is really like to be treated as a sissy,” she picked up a black suspender belt “are you telling me the sissy isn’t getting hard looking at this.”
I could feel my cock beginning to throb.
“Aren’t these knickers pretty” she said as she held up some black see-through knickers, “you have worn them for your pleasure, I want you to wear them for mine now.”
I slowly start to undress, half expecting her to tell me to stop.
But all she does is watch, with an expression on her face I can’t fathom.
I wrap the suspender belt around my waist.
My wife got her phone out and before I knew that had happened she took a picture of me.
“Sooze, why did you do that?” I ask.
“Don’t you dare call me Sooze, you wanted to be a sissy, which means I am your mistress, and from now on you will address me a mistress, or mistress Susan, do you understand, sissy.
My cock began to throb harder, “Yes mistress.”
She threw some black stockings so me, which I smoothed up my legs, attaching the suspender straps, my cock making it obvious how much I am enjoying this.
My wife was taking pictures, but my lust was making me not care, I was getting lost in the situation without thinking of the consequence.
“Now the bra, sissy,” she said, holding a black bra out for me to put on.
God what she was doing was turning me on, I am sure if I was on my own, feeling this excited, I would probably wanked myself off already.
“Come over here, sissy,” she said.
As I stand next to her she starts to stroke my cock “is this what you think it is like to be a sissy.”
Trying desperately hard not to cum, I nod my head and say “Yes Sooze”.
When I say that she grabs my balls hard and squeezes, I can feel her nails digging into my skin. I yelp and it does stop the danger of me cumming.
“See sissy you can’t, keep this going to show me that you are a sissy, you need to call me mistress.”
“get on your knees, kiss my feet and apologise.”
My cock has subsided and my balls ache from the abuse they had just endured, but I collapse to my knees “Sorry Mistress Susan,” I say, as I kiss her feet.
It is almost as though I can still feel her nails digging into my flesh, but now it is adding to my pleasure. “Please forgive me, I DO want to be your sissy.”
“If you do want to be a sissy, you will have to do everything I tell you.” She said.
Images of flouncing around in frilly maids outfits were dancing around my head as I say “Yes Mistress.”
“Well in that case stand up,” she said. “But be warned I am still pissed off with you by how you have deceived me all the time, if you do not obey all my rules, I will still consider divorce.”
That had the same effect on my cock that grabbing my balls did, I look down at the floor and say “Sorry Soo......Mistress.” I corrected myself as I was scared of what would constitute not obeying her.
“Pick up all your frillies from the bed and bring them downstairs,” she said as she walked out of the room and went downstairs.
As I went downstairs she was standing in the kitchen, next to the washing machine “Put them in there”, she said holding the door of the washing machine open.
“You will have to get used to using this, as from now on, all the domestic jobs are yours.”
I nod my head knowing this is part of my ‘punishment’, “yes Mistress.”
She gave me instruction if how to use the washing machine, and soon the machine was filling with water and my frillies were being given their first proper wash they had ever had. In the past I had hurriedly rinsed them in the sink.
She pointed to the pile of cleaned clothes that were awaiting being ironed “That is your next job, I must admit I was not looking forward to doing that, but now I don’t have to, do I sissy?”
Whilst this was not part of the fantasy of me dressing, I was hardly in the position to complain “No Mistress, that is my job.”
She smiled “I suppose there could be benefits of your perversion.”
“I want you to write down all the websites you visited, any passwords, PINs, everything, and god help you if I come across anything of yours that I cannot access, from now on you have NO privacy.
Give me your phone, I don’t want you surfing the net, as I am going to go out shopping, and you have a lot of work to do.”
I hand over my phone and she says “Get on with your chores sissy and don’t you dare play with yourself while I am out” Then I hear the door slam, and the sound of her car start, and drive off.
I stood in the middle of the room, dressed in stockings, suspenders, bra and knickers, feeling almost as though I had been hit by a wrecking ball.
Some of this is my ultimate dream, but I feel so totally out of control, my fantasies always stop when I wank myself, and cum. This is set to continue, but I don’t know what happens next.
My first thought was to go onto the computer, just to check that there was nothing on there which would cause more problems for me. There was nothing that i thought would, but you know how it is when you start surfing the net, sometimes you go onto sites you do not intend.
I switched the computer on and it came to the log in page, I entered the password, and was surprised when it said ‘incorrect password’, but with the day so far it was not too surprising that I made a mistake.
I carefully re-entered the password, ‘incorrect password’, my heart sank.
I slowly and very carefully entered the password, this time I was not surprised when the message ‘incorrect password’ came up. My wife has changed the password.
She was already one step ahead of me.
My only action was to start with my chores.
After about an hour I was most of the way through the ironing, I decided to take a break, and write the list of passwords, and PINs that Sooze has asked for.
Fortunately I did not use many websites, but I had to rack my brain for any that might show in the history of the computer, because I was in no doubt that my wife was serious about checking up on me.
The washing machine finished, and I transferred my lingerie from the washer to the dryer, and then went back to the ironing. So much for my fantasy of flouncing around in in a maids uniform.
At last the basket was empty.
Almost on cue I heard my wife’s car pull up outside, and she came into the house carrying a couple of shopping bags, I could not see what was inside the bags.
I am almost feeling smug that I had worked my way through the pile of washing, and was waiting for my wife to congratulate me for a job well done.
As she came into the room, she glared at me, “From now on when I enter the room, you are to stand up, and if I have given you any chores to do you will tell me if you have completed them.”
I stand up and say “Sorry Mistress, I have completed my chores.”
As I speak I feel my cock begin to tent my knickers out, the more she humiliated me, the more excited I became.
She studied a few of the items of ironed clothes, “Hmmm, they are acceptable for a first attempt, you will get better though. But why did you lie to me when you have obviously not finished.”
I looked puzzled “But Mistress I have finished all the ironing, I even put the washing into the dryer, I made the list that you asked for,” I could hear myself almost whining as I was talking.
“So do I leave all the clothes s**ttered around the living room when I finish the ironing,” she said.
“No Mistress,” I said as I looked around at the various piles of clothes.
“Maybe if you didn’t waste you time trying to go on the computer, you would have done your job properly,”
The look on my face made it obvious that I had tried to go on the computer.
“But all I wanted to do was make sure I made a full list,” I tried to justify going on the computer.
“Bullshit,” she said “You would have been wanking yourself silly, and would have got NO work done. That is why I can’t trust you, and if you don’t want me to divorce you, you will have to do things MY way.”
I must admit saying the D word did make my cock subside a little “Yes dear......sorry Mistress, I will do what you want, I am sorry I wasn’t truthful in the past, I will do ANYTHING.”
“Well we will see,” she said “You have at least done SOME of your chores.
I am going to have a shower, you put away the laundry, and if your knickers are dry bring them up to our bedroom, also bring up a bowl of hot water and a towel, and you wait there,” and with that she picked up the two shopping bags and went upstairs.
I could hear the shower come on and I started gathering the laundry up and putting it away, I knew where my stuff went, with hers I made my best guess. Her lingerie I would have known exactly where they went, but her other clothes I wasn’t as sure.
I could not see the shopping bags anywhere, so I assumed she had taken them into the bathroom with her, she obviously did not want me to know what she had bought.
I checked the dryer and saw that my lingerie was dry, and so took them upstairs, not knowing exactly what to do with them just put them on the bed, then sat down and waited for my wife.
I heard the shower turn off, and knew she would be drying herself and would be out within a few seconds.
Not knowing what is happening next part of me was excited wondering what is going to happen, some was scared for the same reason.
I heard the bathroom door open, then she walked into the room.
I was stunned as she was totally naked, and carrying the two shopping bags, I looked at her body and realised that I was totally mad to risk the marriage for the sake of my desire to wear lingerie. My cock immediately was hard and throbbing.
My natural reaction would normally to grab her and throw her onto the bed and fuck her, but all I did was to wait timidly so be told what to do.
“So you want to be treated as a sissy do you?” she said with a smile on her face.
With her like that I would have been anything she wanted me to be.
“Yes Mistress Susan,” I thought this is more like what I wanted.
“Well if I am going to be a Mistress I want to feel like a Mistress.” With that she opened up the drawer where my boxer shorts, picked them all up, put them into the bin “I will decide what to do with them later.”
“Put you knickers in the drawer, at least now you will not have to go into my knicker drawer any more, will you sissy.”
“No mistress,” I said with my cock throbbing harder than any time I could think of before.
“Now lie down on the bed, with your arms and legs spread,” she said as she reached into one of the bags.
I eagerly obeyed.
She pulled out a box, and I saw that it contained leather straps and cuffs.
First she put the cuffs on my wrists and tied the straps to the headboard and casually threw the box on the floor.
This surprised me as she is usually so tidy, and tells me off if I ever threw something on the floor.
She saw the surprise on my face and said “Don’t worry sissy, you will be tidying up later, that is your job from now on isn’t it sissy.”
I nodded my head “yes Mistress.”
Next she attached cuffs to my ankles and ties those as well so I was totally helpless, oh god how I dreamed of this happening.
Then she used the towel to wet her pubic hairs, and then got some of my shaving foam and covered them. I realised that she was going to shave herself.
I desperately wanted to play with myself and even pulled against my straps, but could do nothing.
She got a razor, and started to shave “I want to feel different, and I thought doing this I would feel different, don’t you agree sissy.”
“Yes Mistress,” I said. I could feel my hips moving as though I was fucking thin air.
She continued making herself as smooth as possible. When she was satisfied she stood with her hands on her hips, legs apart and said “That look better, doesn’t it sissy.”
I eagerly said “Yes Mistress Susan.”
“Now your turn, I feel different, it is your turn to feel different. But I want you too see your transformation when I have finished,” then she pulled out another box, opened it and pulled out a blindfold.
It was made if red satin, with black lace trim “I saw this in the shop and thought of you.”
She wrapped it around my head and I was plunged into a world of darkness.
I felt her untie my legs, unclip my stockings from my suspender belt, and pull my stockings off.
Soon I felt my legs being wetted and foam rubbed on them, then the razor scr****g along them.
When she was satisfied with how my legs looked, I felt her wet my pubic region, then she flicked my erect cock “I think I had better do something about this, or else I might just cut it off, you wouldn’t want that would you sissy.”
I hoped she was joking but said “No Mistress.” I was waiting for her hand to surround my cock and start wanking me, but I heard her leaving the room.
A few seconds later I felt my cock go cold, she wasn’t going to wank me she just put a cold flannel on it to make it shrivel, and by god it worked. Within seconds it was all but disappeared.
I could feel her doing something but did not know what she was up to then heard ‘click’.
My heart sank, I think I knew what had happened.
“That’s better, isn’t it sissy” she whispered into my ear “now you can’t play with your cock any more, it is only your mistress who can decide what fun you can have.”
Even though what she was saying should have terrified me I could feel by cock begin to grow again.
“I can fuck whoever I want, and my little sissy will be at home doing his chores, waiting for his Mistress, isn’t that what you want,” her words turning me on.
Part of me was screaming ‘no’, but I couldn’t help saying “yes.”
My cock was pushing against the metal of the chastity cage that i was now locked into.
Then I felt her shave my pubic hair off.
Soon she was putting my stockings back on.
“There you go sissy, now for your grand reveal,” she said as she took my blindfold off.
I blinked as I got used to the light after being in darkness, then looked down at my totally smooth body, as my wife pulled my knickers back up I saw my cock surrounded by a metal cage, and I could feel my cock grow harder as though it could break free from it’s cage by the power of the erection.
Obviously it couldn’t, and as I became more erect the pain of pushing against the unyielding bars began to make it subside until it reached an uneasy ‘truce’ between the excitement of being enclosed, and the pain that the excitement caused.
“Now the sissy has had his fun, it is time for the Mistress to have fun as well, don’t you agree?”
I nodded my head “Yes mistress,” as I said that my cock tried to throb, and then the pain increased.
My wife straddled my chest, then moved upwards, soon her shaven pussy was inches from my face. I could smell the slightly soapy aroma of the shaving foam mixed with the smell of her arousal.
I have obviously licked my wife out many times, but usually I am on top of her, and she has never shaven herself like this before. It felt as though my tongue had never before touched this pussy.
“Go on sissy, pleasure your Mistress,” she said as she lowered herself onto my waiting lips.
My tongue stretched out to give the pleasure that my wife wanted, and I desperately wanted to give her.
Soon as my tongue touched the folds of her pussy, I could taste her juices, as I had done many times in the past but never in this situation.
I was surprised at how wet she already was, she must have been enjoying what she was doing to me.
I was licking along the length of her slit as I know she likes, slowly teasing her as I went towards her clit, the bud of pleasure.
I found her clit, and flicked it gently with my tongue I was rewarded to hear her gasp and her thighs clamped around my head, trapping my head where it could give her the pleasure she yearned.
She was rocking her hips back and forth, adding to the pleasure that my tongue was giving her, her gasps now muffled as her thighs clamp even tighter around my head. My whole world was now focused between my wife’s legs.
Even breathing was becoming difficult, but as my hands were still tied I could not do anything to alleviate my problem, and my mouth was otherwise occupied, I teased her clit with renewed vigour, knowing that when she has had her pleasure she would relax her legs.
The movement of her hips become more erratic as her orgasm started to course through her body, just when I thought I couldn’t last any longer without breathing her thighs relaxed and the pressure has released from my head as she ‘unmounted’ me.
Her face was flushed, her nipple erect, there was no doubting that she had enjoyed every second of that experience.
I hoped that she would release my cock from its cage and give me the sexual release I wanted, but she had other plans.
She untied my bonds and said “I thing there might be an advantage of having a sissy around the house. I am getting hungry, get yourself cleaned up and make the tea.”
She got a silk dressing gown out from her wardrobe, and put it on. Then she put the bags of shopping into her wardrobe, and as the wardrobe was quite old fashioned it had a key to lock it, in all the time we have had it we have never locked it, but the key was in the lock, but this time she locked it and took out the key.
“So tidy up in here, and then you can make the tea.”
With that she went downstairs, with me with my mind in a whirl, what was in the bags that I am obviously not allowed to know about? What are her plans for me?
I tidied the bedroom, the feeling of walking around with the tug of the suspenders pulling on my stockings on my newly shaved legs was such a turn on, but then as I get turned on, my cock starts pushing against it’s cage, preventing me from doing anything my excitement, and the sensation of the weight of the cage reminding me of what has happened to me.
When I tidied up, I considered if to remove my lingerie and go downstairs dressed more ‘normally’, but thought it might be better if my wife gave me some kind of instruction. If I went down dressed as I am now I am sure she would tell me in no uncertain manner that was not acceptable.
As I went down the stairs and saw her sitting down reading the paper, her robe covering most of her body, but with her legs crossed it was showing a lot of her leg and thigh, also as I knew she was smooth and naked under the robe I could not help but get excited, but my cage soon stopped my excitement from growing.
She looked up at what I was wearing, and did not pass any comment, so I took it that I had done the correct thing of keeping my lingerie on.
“Anything particular you want for tea, Sooze,” I said.
She put down the paper and beckoned me over with her finger and pointed to stand just next to her chair.
As I stood where directed she suddenly lashed out with her hand and slapped my thigh just above my stocking tops.
“Ow,” I said.
“Sissy, I know you will need a lot of training, but what did I say that you were to address me as?”
It was not the pain but the unexpectedness of her slap, but I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes.
I was doing my best not to cry “You said I was to call you Mistress, or Mistress Susan, but I thought that...”
“That is your problem, you are still trying to think,” she snapped. “You have got to realise it is ME who has to think, I have got to think of what I want to do after you have betrayed me for so long.
I thought we had a good marriage, not knowing what you had been getting up to on your own. So all YOUR thinking has caused this problem.”
“Sorry Mistress,” I said “I will do whatever you want, I do love you.”
“The trouble is, can I trust what you say, or the first time you have time alone you will be wearing my knickers and wanking yourself silly with your online friends?” she snapped. “I have to consider what you need to do so that I can begin to trust you again.
Until I decide what to do, we do have to eat, so you can make the tea.”
I remembered my last error “What do you want Mistress?”
“I know there is some fish, chips and peas in the freezer, see if you can think how to use them to make a meal,” she said as she picked up the newspaper and started reading again.
I busied myself making the meal, and to be honest I felt I was hiding in the kitchen, but eventually the meal was cooked, and I took it out to my wife.
“Mistress, your meal is ready,” I said as I handed her the plate.
She smiled and said “Thank you.”
We ate in silence, and when we finished she looked at me and said “Thank you,” then patted she sofa next to her, “Come and sit here.”
I cautiously went over to her, not knowing what my treatment was going to be.
“We are both going to work out how our relationship is going to change,” and with that she hugged me.
With that I admit I broke down, and tears were streaming down my face.
She wrapped her arms around me and rubbed my back. I was enjoying the sensation as her hand rubbed over my bra.
Then I felt her hand follow the material of my bra, until she was rubbing the lacy cup, feeling my nipple through the material.
I could feel my nipple getting erect, and my cock begin to follow suit, until it reached the maximum that my cage would allow.
My wife guided my hand under her gown to her breast, and I could feel her nipples were already erect.
I happily played with her boobs, until she guided my hand lower, I was feeling the unusual sensation of smooth skin all the way down until I felt the cleft where the centre of her pleasure was hidden.
She gasped as my finger fleetingly brushed over her clit, and went further, feeling how wet she was. Teasing the entrance to her pussy, as she began to squirm, trying the thrust her hips to make my finger enter her. I was enjoying the sensation of feeling as though I was in control, probably for the first time today.
I continued to tease her, until I allowed my finger to enter her, slowly starting a rhythm which I knew she enjoyed, then a second finger entered her, adding to the sensation for her, my palm of my hand putting pressure on to her clit.
Feeling her hips pushing against my hand, adding a counter rhythm to my hand, her breathing becoming deeper, until she put her head back and gently screamed out as she came, her body jerking as her orgasm made her lose control.
Soon she settled down and she said “See there can be advantages of our new life, I just have to think of the best way forward.”
My cock wanted to be pleasured as well but I decided not to say anything at that moment, as I did not want to spoil the mood she was in at that moment.
We spent the rest of the evening just cuddling against each other, until my wife said “Well I think it is time for bed, you had better tidy up and then come upstairs,” then with a smile said, “I might have something you will enjoy.”
I washed up the plates, and tidied the room as fast as I could, and I almost ran upstairs.
As I opened the bedroom door I saw my wife, and to be honest I was blown away.
She was kneeling up one the bed wearing a lacy baby doll nightie, it was black and so see through it certainly did not hide her body, her breasts were clear to see, even showing her erect nipples. The matching knickers were just as see through, showing the smooth skin of her freshly shaven pussy.
“I didn’t want to spend all the money on you, so I decided to treat myself as well,” she said “I can’t have you having all the pretty things for yourself.”
Then she reached behind her back and showed me another baby doll nightie, this being the same style, but in white, “I got something for you as well, I thought white was more apt, you being a virginal colour, showing you are a virgin sissy.”
Oh god she knew how to turn me on.
I did need to go to the toilet, so I said “I need to go to the loo first.”
She laughed and said “That is something you do not have to ask my permission for”.
“Mmmm, no it not that.” I looked down to my caged cock, and pointed down “it is this, I need to take this off.”
“No sissy that stays on, until I decide I can trust you not to wank yourself silly, and not put me first. You can do all your, errr... bodily functions without removing it.”
“But I won’t be able to stand up an...... well you know,” I said.
“So you will have to sit down like a girl then won’t you, even when you go to the male bastion of the gents, you will be reminded of the fact you like being a sissy. Gone are the days when you stand next to your mates and see who can piss up the wall higher,” she said “but real men would not want to wear something like this would they”, and waved the nightie for me to see.
I knew I couldn’t win this argument so went to the bathroom and as I sat down on the toilet I wondered how one day could go so badly. The trouble was as I thought of what happened my cock started getting as hard as it could within the constriction of it’s prison making it bloody hard to do what my body wanted, but eventually I could relax enough to no what I need to.
I washed and went into the bedroom, and my wife was in bed now and my nightie was lying on top of the bed.
I unclipped my suspenders, and having the sensation of pushing my stocking over my shaven legs, then unclipped my suspender belt and bra and I could see the outline of the clothing on my body.
I happily put the nightie over my head and the lacy hem of the nightie only just came to the tops of my thighs. Next I pulled the matching knickers, and just like my wife it hid nothing, my chastity cage was just as clear to see, and the lack of breasts were obvious, showing I was man wearing lingerie.
As I got into the bed, and snuggled against my wife, enjoying the feeling of stroking the body through her nightie, and feeling her hands reciprocating, she said “It has certainly been a busy day, I think it would be good if we just go to sleep, and see what tomorrow brings.”
Whilst I would have preferred her to unlock my cock and let me have my pleasure, I was not in a position to say anything, I thought I would not be able to sleep but before I knew I was in the land of nod.

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