The Invitation Part 4

The light was gently filtering in through the curtains as Jack slowly
drifted towards consciousness. For a moment or two of his half awake and
half asleep state he was confused - something didn't quite feel right. He
stirred in semi consciousness and his eyes shot open at the unfamiliar
sensations that the movement caused. As he began to focus he saw not the
ceiling of the bedroom that he shared with Sally, but rather that of the
lounge. Ah yes he remembered - he was on the couch. That's why the bed
feels funny. He had fallen asleep there last night after Sally had...no
she hadn't really, had she?

He pulled back the duvet and looked down at his body. She had. Quickly
it all came flooding back. Shaving his entire body at her insistence. The
shopping expedition to Oxford Street, the women's underwear, being forced
to cum in not one but two shops. Going home on the tube with his cum
soaking into his underwear - well, the women's underwear that he had been
forced to wear - and his jeans. Having fantastic sex with Sally when they
got home and finding out that she had been and had all her pubic hair waxed
off, much to his delight and her apparent arousal. Then Sally making him
clean that lovely smooth and freshly waxed pussy afterwards, and the
unfamiliar taste of his own cum mixed in with her juices. The but plug
that Sally had inserted into his arse, something which he was pleased to
note had gone, although he had no recollection of removing it, but whose
presence he could still remember due to a dull ache from his sphincter.

The rest of the evidence was there though, all laid out before him on
the couch. The white matching lingerie set that he was still wearing. The
lace topped stockings with the stains around the lace borders from when he
had been made to cum in his knickers by Sally in Topshop's changing room.
Those same white lace and satin knickers with the clearly visible cum stain
covering much of the front panel tented out by his usual early morning