? ?Wha?, you mean ?goin? whoopsies??? ?Yes.? I was surprised. As three intimate friends I could hardly remember the far off days of ...y early childhood before we had become interdependent. I had been in Nappies since I was about five when my mummy died and since then I had always needed help. The butt-plugs were a far better situation than the earlier nappies so we were desperately thankful when they were inserted into our butts. At sixteen we were becoming rather. In fact you're probably the sexiest man I've ever met..."Ed's heart pounded faster in his chest; his cock was straining madly against his work-grimed dungarees."And after all," she whispered, "no one will know about it if you want it that way. It'll be our little secret. Our wonderful, exciting secret..."Ed wanted desperately to reach out and grab that ravishing, white flesh. He wanted to kiss this brazen redhead like he had never kissed a woman before in his life. Wildly, passionately. But. Officer Ray freed Christi from her restraints and removed the red hot penis gag and double dildo. The torture mouse let out a little "whee" and crumpled like a rag doll into the chair. When she regained her composure she spied Michael sprawled next to the bed and a look of disappointment swept across her pretty-but-sweaty face. "Does this mean he won't be skewering my breasts tonight?" I'm afraid not, Christi mouse." Ray comforted, "but if you come down to the County Home, I'm sure the boys. After another several long minutes I said, “Well…” It was the first word any of us had said in a while and it was an effort for me.My wife said, “Well?” And put her phone down and looked at me.“Now what?” I said.My wife closed her knees and sat up, looked at Robert then at me, “Sorry … I fucked up.” She stretched languidly - reaching her arms high and bringing them back behind her head, she arched her back hard, pushing her breasts forward and her butt back, eyes tight shut. She sighed and.