Someone would have demanded an arrest of me for indecent exposure. Even the brief thought of being arrested for having such equipment seemed silly, bu... it could happen. Though that thought was only part of what kept me under control, it was also that I had already had more sex than some guys had in a week and it wasn't even lunch time yet.In every store, I caught looks. Every woman knew I was nearby and some were more adventurous that others. I understood the shyness, but the sheer lack of. As I seated I felt the egg startup, at a nice medium speed but it was right on my clit making me jump some.Mistress had a grin on her face from startling me, she was quite enjoying herself.Until the food came the egg would jump from low to high and on and off quiteamusing Mistress. When the food did come, I was nearly moaning from the excitementand was wet soaking through my panties. While we were eating I had Mistress'sfeet playing with mine, and the egg going on medium. Now breathing. After I did, he rubbed some on my asshole and positioned his cock at the entrance. “Without loosening you up it will hurt more, but it will be tighter for me. Try not to cry.” he said. He then inserted his huge head into me and I almost cried out , but I just clenched my jaw. Once he had the head in me, he grabbed my hips with both hands and guided me all the way down. I couldn’t help letting out a moan of pain. The look of pleasure on his face said he was enjoying it more. He let me up a few. “In a way, I guess I’d be a liar if I were to say anything other than I already have fallen in love with her in a way.” If it means anything, I love her humor, cleverness, the way she plays with my head, (the uppermost one, I’ll have you know), the emotion and feeling she so fluently expresses through the written word. The list has more, but I can’t share everything. Undeniably, I’m more than impressed with her articulate wording in the posts she has placed here. She has gotten me quite aroused.