” She had a wicked grin on her face now.“Did you… Did you come? It sounded like you were having fun.”Kirsty hesitated, then nodded slightly. �...�It’s the vibration. And the gentle touch. Sarah seemed to know exactly how to handle it.”“Oh, it’s no big deal. Once I had a quick look at the instructions, it was totally intuitive. I bet anyone could do a good job with this thing. No wonder it’s so expensive!”Then the conversation stopped. For a moment, it seemed like nobody quite knew what to say next.. They stared ahead, smoking cigarettes, not talking, exhaling deliberately. Outside the windows houses and streetlamps gave way to mile markers and tree lines. Desolate highway. The white noise shrummm of wind and engine almost lulled me to sleep...I heard the pleasant crunching of tires on gravel as we pulled into a starkly lit parking lot. Up ahead a low gray building spread out snaking through bushes and trees. The idea "secret compound" came to mind. Trixie opened up the glove compartment. I stared in horror now at what would be both the most erotic experience of my life and also my worst nightmare. To make matters worse, my wife was beginning to relax and the final insult came when she started to thrash about in a powerful orgasm. I couldn't believe that she could come with what had just taken place but she had and was now groaning with every stroke.Simon had settled into a steady, powerful rhythm, he'd fuck her to an orgasm then withdraw as the orgasm took hold making her. He could bend his fingers to his palm and hold them, but they really didn’t move around much. It was a simple plan. Give Maxim the silver, skin to skin. Not that it had mattered before, gloved hands had worked fine, but it wasn’t something he wanted to half-ass. Every slavegirl and her enemy ... Slavegirl and Brett, rather, had taken the coin up in their hand. That had been the plan. Make the sale, shake on it, take Maxim’s fortunes.Just like Grandpa Isaac had.Plans had gone to shit. Even if.