I was tongue fucking her. She put me down. I was up to her breasts in height. I wanted to enter into her vagina as I could not control any longer. But... she was taller. I was climbing holding my hands around her neck and gaining the height to reach her vagina with my penis. She was laughing.Then she lifted me up and adjusted my height where our genitals were touching. She began rubbing my penis over her vagina. My penis was small that time, but it was too hard. With one thrust, I entered her. He waslooking forward to our relationship with some relish. I just wept.He turned me over and told me not to cry, I would get to love his cockand I was walking really well in Linda's shoes already. Finally he wentto shower and I looked at the clock, it was half past six. He returnedwearing a bath robe and helped me out of the corset so I could take offthe shoes and stockings and the bra. He made me stand up naked except forthe false breasts and the latex vagina. "Yes, you'll do nicely," he. .I had to know where she was at mentally. "why do you not believe I'd enjoy watching you fucking your sexy pussy with your toy?" if you did, you'd be the only in who enjoyed it. Mike won't even look at me!" she proclaimed with frustration "he only cares about himself, getting off and then leaving! I'm sick of no one taking an interest in me!" She sat down and hung her head and tried to calm down. I stood there, horny as fuck, wondering if I should console her, or show her that she is extremely. Justin did not ask if I enjoyed him fucking me, there was no need to because the way I reacted and my moans and screams of pleasure told him I did. I also got the feeling he did not care that much if I enjoyed it or not I was being used for his pleasure. We made some small talk, were silent for a while, and talked again about unimportant things as we lay on my bed. I glanced at my clock and saw it was still relatively early in the late afternoon and had this idea in my head that Justin would.