It presses further, It enters further past her stomach and into her small digestive-track, it worms and coils further along and down careful to not in...anyway rupture the intestinal walls. Onward and forward, it reaches the large-intestine.A quick red-flash from the tablet tells me she has passed out. Can't have that. I tap my finger on her represented brain and awaken her. She groans aloud an unnatural sound. Back to the fun. I motion for her own traitor to enlarge it's girth and push onwards,. There was a bit of washing to do, mostly mine and a nylon slip of Sal’s, so I chucked it all in the washing machine and turned it on. I’d done a big wash, including the chiffon skirt yesterday and remembered that it would need pressing, before returning it to Mrs T. I find that pressing pretty clothes after a wash a real turn on, they always look so much nicer after pressing, but it leaves the temptation open of wearing some of the clothes again, still warm from the iron. Something I would have. Seeing a little empty place, I pulled over to the side. I looked in to her eyes. They sparkled with mischief.I got down, went over to her side and whipped out my cock. She grabbed it and starting sucking it. I could see the highway and the trucks, bikes and cars starting blurring in the distance. I don’t know where my lover had taken me, but it was not where I was. There was a moment when I felt that she would suck my soul out of my dick. I don’t know how long she sucked me, but then I asked. Rose pulled Gillian's head up, her skirt falling over her captive's face, her long stocking-clad legs stretched across the tabletop on either side of the sobbing blonde."Now, get that whip up my cunt!"Gillian took the whip handle and ran it over Rose's spread wet pussy flesh. She found the entrance of Rose's fuck-hole and eased the leather handle in, feeling Rose's cunt muscles spasm around the thick rod. Gillian worked the handle in and out of Rose's pussy."Mmm," Rose purred, as she worked her.