Listen, I know you've been helping around the vineyards, but there really isn't that much to do at this time of year. Why don't you take your boat and...go up to Shasta for a week. Rent a houseboat and just fish for a week. Or, hell, finish that Western. I tell ya, if he kills off her dad he will never ride off into the sunset with her."I laughed a little at that. Actually, that was the problem with my latest novel I was trying to solve. I'd been keeping dad up to date with the story as I wrote. She then turns the butt plug on to full power to see my response, mymuscles pulsate my anus trying to expel the invader to no avail.She then turns of the power ?Good, I don?t think we will behaving problems with that this evening. Then turning back to my flaggingerection she begins to stroke my inner thighs & testicles the length of myshaft and finally the head of my penis.I am not yet close to orgasm but the feelings are intense,just then she stops, I hear the click of a camera as she takes a. I rushed down to Dave’s room. I opened his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers. I put them on and was looking for a shirt when I heard someone gasp. I turned to see face in the doorway and immediately covered my wet breasts. He laughed and walked over to his closet pulling out a white t-shirt and tossing it over. He made this big show of covering his eyes as I put the shirt on. The material of the clothes clung to my wet body and I could see in the mirror that the shirt was becoming damp. Slowly, the heat in her hand cooled, and with it some of the heat and power in my body lessened. When she lifted her head and opened her eyes, they were steel grey again, and her warrior mask was in place.She let go of my hand and slowly, achingly, backed up until I was sitting on the table, and she was a pace back from me."I'm sorry." What was that?" I asked, almost swooning from the rush of it. I braced my arms against the table to keep from toppling. "What was that burning… power?"I tried to.