"Michael, you better go," she said. "Herbert and I have things to talk about." "Yes, I understand. I'm sorry. I didn't mean . . ." "Just go, Michael... I'm going to be very busy. Please, just go," she said. She came upstairs and watched me for a moment as I packed some necessaries. "You're leaving me?" she said. "After all of these years after all we've meant to each other? You're leaving me." "You left me, Gillian, not the other way 'round. I warned you that this e-chat thing was going to. The cold lusterite head of the phallus was pressing between her swollen nether lips. With firm and deliberate pressure, it was soon penetrating her slowly and completely. She could not move away from it in the slightest. Despite the cold metal, it still felt amazing and comfortable after the rubber phallus of the sex maiden, she let out an involuntary gasp. ‘It fits rather well. Probably didn’t need the lube,’ observed Martin. ‘You of all people might appreciate your circumstances more with a. I pocketed the napkin and glanced at Lisa. Her eyes almost immediately met mine. She seemed to sense what Loretta and I were secretly discussing, because her lush lips hinted at a graceful, plotting smile.With Loretta's dick massage, and the fresh thoughts of these two spectacularly gorgeous ladies at my disposal for the evening, a hedonistic primalism set in-my cock was going to explode.I couldn't help it-all at once, I put my hands under the table drape, and eased them along both Lisa's and. She knelt on the edge of the bed, fully attired, the bridle pulled back tight, her tiny breasts poking through the chest halter, which was tied tight like a Victorian corset, making her small arse stick out, 'Push it in', she slavered through the bridle, her saliva dripping off the leather and wood piece at the back of her mouth.I went in behind her and coated the plug with an anal lubricant, then taking my finger inserted it up and poked around, slowly working her open, and then without.