Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering al... the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to. "It was at that moment that Jerome came back into the room, and he startled me a little when he spoke, "Is that so slut? Well, we could always make this simple and just remove the mask altogether, and see where that takes you." I moaned loudly in response. "Is that what you want, slut, you want to take off the mask?" he said while reaching his free hand out and touching the mask on my face with his fingers.I moaned again before responding. I wanted to make sure I knew what I was saying, and not. Jenny catches sight of herself in the mirror – from the front her tits merely bulge out the sides of the bib, from the side you can see everything - they look fabulous. Jenny fails to spot the tell-tale bulge in the front of the shorts – she forgot to remove the Feeldoe strap-less strap-on dildo.She opens the front door, expecting to reject any entreaties to join a church or give a donation: “Rob! You never said you were coming!”Rob was already in her arms, smothering her face in kisses,. "Do you want to try for a third?" I asked eagerly"Oh yeah!" she replied with a big smile.I then scooped her up in my arms, and forced myself up onto my feet, and with her still impaled on my cock, I stood up right, and began to raise her and then let her drop onto my hard cock."Oh yes! yes! yes!" she moaned enjoying this new position.She then wrapped her arms around my neck, and began to lift and drop herself, and I happily held onto her soft warm little arse cheeks and gave her hand.Soon Jenny.