THE MARRIAGE COUNSELOR part 7 I was so proud of the changes I’d wrought! To see a woman th

THE MARRIAGE COUNSELOR part 7 I was so proud of the changes I’d wrought! To see a woman that was once so beaten down carry herself so fiercely now! Her wardrobe had changed dramatically too! Gone were the ugly flat shoes and plain-Jane slacks and tops, replaced by leather and sensuous fabrics, spiked heels and tight skirts. Her makeup had become more dramatic too. Arched eyebrows and Crimson lips. The change in her was being felt outside of our home. At work she had become vice-president of her company and in time she would be running the show. At work the men were bowing to her as she strutted around the office with her newly found confidence. As changed as she was, just as great was the change in her former macho husband. He was adjusting well to his hormones and his large breast implants seemed to be healing nicely. It was wonderful to return to an immaculately clean home and delicious, nutritional meals. He was quite the dish himself in his perilously high heels and satin maid dress. He had gotten very good by now at fixing his hair and makeup too. I decided it was a shame to keep a delightful specimen like our maid all to ourselves. According to plan his wife brought home the intern that had been catching her eye at work. Her husband was immediately distraught and upset, caught off guard as he was, but a stern look from me warned him to behave himself. He knew better than to disobey. He scurried to ready a new place setting for our guest, and waited on us diligently throughout the meal although his fear and grief were very apparent. After dinner we retired to the living area, relaxing on luxurious leather sofas. His wife called him in from doing the dishes and cleaning up after our meal to have him kneel on the rug in the center of the room as she and I sat either side of her intern undoing the buttons on his shirt to reveal a heavily muscled ebony chest. Her husband whimpered from his place on the rug. I reached across his lap, undoing his belt as she deftly undid his fly, pulling out a monstrous black rigid cock. I looked over at our horrified maid and smiled. “Get over here maid”, I told him, but he remained rooted to the spot. I rose and strutted past him, his head bowed in fear, to fetch a collar, leash and a riding crop. When the collar had been buckled tightly around his neck I lead him reluctantly across the room on his hands and knees until his forehead was touching the sofa cushion between the interns dark, muscular thighs. “Kiss his cock”, his wife commanded, but he shook his head. I pulled the collar tight against his neck, placing a knee on his back, lifting his skirt and lace petticoat. Four or five swats of the crop on his ass and he was placing his trembling lips on the massive leaking dick before him. “Lick the shaft, that’s right”, she instructed, “Kiss his cock all over”. He obliged. Before long we had him gagging on giant black intern penis, with both of us joyfully laughing, forcing his head down while pinning his arms behind his back. It was making at least three of us very excited! With some guidance and force he was going to be an absolutely amazing Cocksucker. We decided to retire upstairs to the bedroom… (To be contd.) Http://www.clips4sale.com/studio/88036 -- source link

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