It was long, thin with a nicely shaped mushroom tip. His tip looked large compared to his shaft. He was already somewhat hard when he unsheathed it. B...ett took his rod in his left hand as moved in close. He firmly pressed his tip against my hole. Brett released his hand off and continued to apply more pressure. I felt him penetrate into me. I swallowed hard as he plunged deeper into my ass. I looked up at the sky. Brett grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and ripped it down the middle. He gazed at. "Such a helpless little girl. So very, very helpless..."She began to shake all over, and then she convulsed slightly several times, her arms and legs still motionless and pressed into the bed. Finally, the orgasm faded, and as it did, her eyes closed at last. I sat up and looked at her."Where are you, Dee?" I'm in my bed, in my wonderful room, Master."I smiled. "And you can still feel the orgasm, can't you, Dee? Feel the afterglow of that strong, powerful orgasm."Her smile broadened. "Mmmmm.. I found this place to see the game, but it doesn't look like the menu's worth staying for." He chuckled at his own wit, while Sharon smiled appreciatively. She ticked off the options on her fingers as Fred put his wallet back in his pants pocket. "Well, there's a good Italian place a couple of blocks over, and Chinese and Mexican near there as well as a Moroccan place with real belly dancers." She gave him an appraising look and continued, "Of course, the best place to eat in this town. . and I smiled.I felt the fingers of his free hand brush against my arm, which made me jump in surprise, and he pulled his hand back quickly. No, no... no, don't stop, I wanted to say, hoping he hadn't gotten the wrong impression. I hoped another push of my ass into his erection would be enough. He touched my arm again, much slower this time, running a few coarse fingertips up and down the smooth skin of my forearm, then he moved his hand down to my hip, resting it there momentarily. My head.