He had felt so aroused as the Man talked about his body as an object of pleasure for others. He knew he had no choice but to do as the man told him. H... needed to feel this way. To be treated as a mere plaything. An object. From a small table, the only furniture in the room, the Man picked up a set of hair clippers. Zach, realizing what was about to happen bowed his head and the clippers buzzed to life. His face flushed with shame, yet he was unable to protest. Shocked by his own submissiveness,. " No, that sounds lovely," Maddie answered. "A bit of normalcy will help, I think."Swallowing hard, Dave said, "I'll come, too."John's eyebrows shot up at this. "Really? You ain't been to church in over five years. What's changed?"Dave shrugged. "I don't want to hang Maddie out to dry. It's still an unfamiliar situation for her, and I want to be with her. But honestly… she and I have also had some serious conversations about religion in general. My experiences aside, I'd be a. At first she didn't like using it much, the few times we got it out she was too uptight and nervous to relax and enjoy herself, but gradually, time and alcohol changed all that and soon I learned how to use it on her to give her the maximum enjoyment. I found out she liked it between her tits, on her clit, with its head just inside her pussy and occasionally if the mood took her, fully embedded inside her. Once this barrier was out of the way it became part of our everyday love making to such. Our walk continued, heading back to the cabin. I produced the tin box and we spent the evening counting it. The total was a little higher than I’d estimated. The final total was $91,320, a nice tidy sum. Now we had the means to start our lives together. Our next plan would be to get out of these mountains. The weather was fickle and we were uncertain how soon we could leave. That evening we had another romp on the cot. Sometimes she’d giggle, holding me snuggly. Always she was passionate. ‘I.