I’ll meet you there at 8:30.’ That was easier than I thought. Algorithms must’ve been getting to her. ‘Cool. See you there.’ I looked at my...watch. It was only 6pm, so I had about two hours before I met her there. I decided to get something to eat. Yeah, that would be good. I grabbed a quick bite at a Mexican restaurant next to the bowling alley and made my way to the bar. I parked and went inside. It was 8:35. I didn’t see her, so I found a table, sat down, and ordered a pitcher. She arrived a. He would walk in casually, ignoring her as before, and seat himself, pulling his chair up to the table smartly. He would take a moment to look over the table setting and if everything met with his satisfaction he would simply nod, indicating that Anita could begin to serve.But if some small thing wasn’t right – and Anita usually made sure that this was the case, placing his silverware in the wrong order, for example – he would snap his fingers again and point at the offending object. Anita. Since then, the scroll was cut into pages and bound to that very book in your hands.”“This guy’s a fucking perv,” Lydia thought. “Any sexual wish huh? Sounds like a valuable item to just leave on the shelf. Who are you anyway?” Lydia smirked. He sighed.“The name’s Caleb. You’re free to try it out--however, I’m not responsible for anything stupid you do with it. I only ask that you don’t do it in here.”Lydia’s expression changed from sarcastic to intrigued curiosity. “Wait, so you’re saying I. I squatted down to where my cunt was against the gear shift knob. "More," he demanded and the knob slipped inside...my auto-dildo. I opened more, sitting on it now, the metal knob cool on my cunt, filling me. "Wait!" he said. He turned on the engine and now I was impaled on this vibrating thing. His surprise...and mine! He was laughing now. My eyes closed and I was riding it hard and deep. I held on, dizzy, grabbing him to me as he felt my cunt lips andwhere the knob was in me. .