There was a rattle as the chain lock was removed and the door opened inwards. She moved back with the door and I stepped into the house, it all seemin... to happen in one movement. I heard the door pushed to behind me and I slowly turned to look at her. She was clothed in a single piece frock of blue and white flowers with a white zip up the middle. Her body was lithe and her silky golden locks fell around her bare shoulders. I swallowed and then ran the tip of my tongue around my dry lips,. She said you were amazingly skilled in the art of submission."There may be an audio equivalent for the tightening of vision one experiences when looking through a keyhole. This was whatBrigitte felt while the woman talked. The voice lost its structure and gained a woolly edge. It seemed as if all the sounds around the voice got wrapped up in a humming buzz. It droned and droned on until it lost itself in silence.At the same time her eyes sank into the black, intense holes in the woman's face.. I was feeling like such a girl and the yearning for cock was getting very strong. I was so hungry for it, wanting to suck a nice big meaty cock, but most of all wanting to fuck one - yeah well up for it. The idea of being shafted by a nice big joyous cock was so strong for me.With this in mind, I bought a dildo with the intention of training my ass. My thoughts were if I get a real cock in the near future then I just want to be able to handle it without too much trouble. I had done a bit of. In fact, I do not think we went to any other sort of bar the whole time we were away. If we were drinking, that's where we went. There were plenty of other nice places to go but we were high on hard work and we just all piled in, to enjoy the girls and the drink and it was really good fun. A change. An anaesthetic. Well, that's my excuse.I wondered afterwards, if the boys had done it for my benefit. Trying to move me along a bit, helping me forget, encouraging me to start over again. I suppose.