The woman took no prisoners. I groaned, getting a little adventurous myself, looking around for anything else I could use. Since I've already started ...laying with electronics, I reached for the mouse, opening the other two pictures she'd sent before inserting it into my wet fuckhole, replacing the remote.The next picture showed her bent over, the bottle still inside of her while her husband's hand was pushing a nice green cucumber, wrapped in a condom, up her puckered brown asshole. I pushed. I dressed quickly in my bonus sissy-gear, starting with a new pair ofstockings, the shiny jet-black ones, and the ever-present heels. I laidout eight brown padlocks, plus one black one. I aligned my corset,shackle, bra and collar, and positioned locks on each one. I tried tobrace myself to engage them in one fast dash. At 6 AM, I closed themall. I seemed to be getting better with each repetition. Within seconds,I heard a friendly melody from my phone. A picture of Mistress'radiantly smiling. Pausing for a brief moment to shoot it directly into her womb. His thrusting slowed down, and he looked at Jennifer, cum over her body, as she was just playing with the rest that her womb couldn’t soak up. Kyle (breathing heavy): I need a minute.Jennifer: Come on Kyle! I need it now; this hose isn’t big enough. Jennifer looked like a trashy whore, which Kyle didn’t mind, but needed to stall for time to recover.He walks over to Jennifer, as his still erect cock swings in the air. He gets close. Then, across from the galley, was a small private office with a computer terminal for Mark to use if he needed to. The central compartment had two sets of single seats facing each other, with a table in the middle. Each seat was oversized, comfortable and could recline into an ergonomic bed. The aft compartment had two couches facing each other, and by simply pressing a button, the compartment could convert into a bed spanning the width of the ship. Then, at the very back of the ship, was a.