![]() The few times that he and Susan even tried to make love he'd conjure up images of her strutting into the bedroom with her fake phallus bouncing in front of her. It was a fantasy that always aroused him. Boys taken by women wearing obscene strapons. He had read dozens of stories about men being pegged. Susan didn't know that Jim wanted her in the same way. Susan wanted nothing more than to feel him pound into her over and over again until she couldn't take it any more. The less satisfied Susan became the more time Jim spent spurting into panties and fapping off to fantasies of being reduced to a simpering cliché. He'd read his sissy stories dressed like that and touch himself until he made a mess in his panties. ![]() Sometime's he'd get so into the fantasy that he'd put on a pair of her worn panties, one of her looser fitting blouses, or a skirt. The naughty sort of stories where men were transformed into little sissy bitches by all powerful women. ![]() One he'd been keeping from his wife Susan since they'd first gotten met over a decade ago. Sometime's he “There can only be one cock in this marriage whose is it going to be?” “There can only be one cock in this marriage whose is it going to be?” Jim had a secret.
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