A French sissy in need... My life boils down to 2 wives and 2 masters. My first marriage lasted 20 years. 20 years of happiness, of complicity... 20 years of love with her, but also, 20 years of sucking and getting fucked by 200 or 300 males. In the car, in clubs, in the forest or in parking lots. And sometimes even in our congugal bed. Never in a hotel, I find it too clean and too beautiful for me. But also at the end, in parallel, 7 years of submission to my master Marcus to be his sissy whore. And what was supposed to happen happened: by no longer making love to my wife at all, she suspected something. She first discovered my toys, then my women's clothes. Without saying anything, she continues searching, and finds at the bottom of my computer, my photos, my submission fuck videos. 3 months later the divorce was finalized. To chase away sadness and loneliness, I visited all the French dating sites, and over the course of 2 years came across around fifty cocks, hands to fist me, and especially Master Fares, my Arab alpha male. He called me Delilah, he dressed me as a Muslim woman, and taught me how to fuck again... everywhere, in all positions, for 5, 6, 7, and even 8 hours straight. For 2 years, He taught me and imposed chastity to last so long under him, and I never asked for mercy. I learned the taste of its Arabic honey, and learned to recognize it. I learned the double, and above all I learned the lack. Then I met my new wife and calmed down for 5 years. To avoid cheating on her again, I redid my collection of dildos and butt plugs. But today, that's not enough for me anymore, I'm breaking down, I need to be taken in hand again, to abandon myself, to be controlled by a master and by his penis. And even wants to become his whore, with the sole goal: to be 2 holes to empty all the men who need to be drained too badly. I'm too late. So here I am. I am Laurine, and Delilah, following the color of my master.