I get up a bit on my knees to give her easier access as my ass moves back and forth in rhythm with her strokes, her finger going in further and furthe.... I am moaning and groaning and loving the feeling of her penetrating me.Suddenly she stops and I almost want to cry. She pushes me down so I’m laying flat on the table again."Hold on one minute, " she says as I hear some movement.Moments later, she appears in front of me and I can see through the hole in the table that she has no pants, shoes or. I see them leaving the room with a great relief.An hour and a half later, a break is proposed. I'm surprised not seeing Murielle that should have been back now. I decide to go looking for her and I tell my colleagues that I’ll be away but not for long.After throwing a glance in the Park, I walk through corridors, opening and closing doors hoping to discover my wife that I imagine is sleeping on a Chair. And it is precisely when closing the door of a huge room filled with odds and ends that I. I put down the rubbery dildo and starting grabbing other things out of the bag. First, I grabbed a couple bottles of edible body paint, which made me feel a tad uncomfortable, then I grabbed a bunch of tangle cords, each of which was attached to vibrators. I untangled each of the vibrators from eachother, and tested to see which ones worked.I had never used any masturbating tools before, I mostly just rubbed my clit, and more often than not I would dry hump a pillow or blanket, and get a. This movement brought me off to my first orgasm. Weak by my standards but still pleasurable I knew I needed to be filled up. My pussy now totally wet I reached over and grabbed the pop bottle. Turning it so the end you drink from was at the entrance to my cunt I started to push it up my hole. The first part went in smoothly and when I came to the thicker part of the bottle I thought I might go out of my mind as the pleasure shot through me. The width was a little smaller than my own fist and I.