There was actually two things. A bottle of lubricant and a black dildo with an unusual shape. It was rather short and with a wide flat base. It was cl...arly from her collection of bondage gear, but Ronja had never paid it any special attention. She looked up and Jonathan snapped a photo of her sitting there in the white dress but handcuffed and holding the short dildo.“It is a butt plug, push it up your ass!” he ordered.Ronja just shook her head, she did not want to do this but what options did. “Come in my Ass, Chris.” I begged him over my shoulder. “I want to feel you in my ass, right now.” Chris didn’t need any more prompting than that; he quickly pulled me over to the toilet and pushed me down by my shoulders so that I was sitting on the seat. He slid me towards him so that my ass was resting right on edge of the seat and then pushed my legs back, revealing my virgin rosebud in all its glory. Hunkering down in front of me, Chris placed the head of his cock, which was still sticky. The bar was fully stocked just how Mrs Smith had asked the pick nik basket was loaded and I watched Mrs Smith get in last and had the best view of her stocking even seeing her matching panties and suspenders, They where a burgandy red colour to match her dress and hat, the Tanned stockings with seams down the back to a dark heal looked perfect on her slender leg’s, I was so turned on as these are my favourite colour of stockings. Was she flirting with me? Had she found out from Mrs Jones? I. I could taste her on him and I groaned my appreciation. Eventually when I could hardly taste her I said, “I want more.” Lisa heard this and stopped what she was doing. Moving up toward me she said, “I would love you to taste more,” and kissed me. I could taste myself on her kiss and I was surprised by the subtle differences and decided to explore more of the differences and began to make my way down to her vagina. As I got closer the aroma of her wet pussy reached my nose and incredibly.