For the last twenty minutes, she’d thought of little else other than the large piece of meat beneath her feet. Secretly she wished it was her hand w...apped around the throbbing erection. For the last hour or so, she’d thought about nothing else than this monster fucking her. She wanted to feel the thickness stretch her, feel how it made her scream loudly, and, most of all, she wanted to feel it ejaculate inside her, filling her with delicious hot spunk.While the tip of his tongue flicked between. His face a broad sadistic smile of joy, as her head beat a tattoo of shakes as if trying to simply shake away the pain. He passed the hammer to his assistant, jeans mind registered that fact, praying that there would be no more nails. He smiled, muttered something to his assistant then took something from her and passed it before her eyes, making sure her mind registered it was a long thin medical type needle. Her eyes bulged, the tip touched her soft but secure breast a good inch above her. I held her big firm belly, and was feeling like heaven. All of a sudden, the door to the bathroom opened. It was Ronnie. It could, and perhaps should have been embarrassing. I didn't really know what to do, but in a sort of inertia, we just continued. Being watched is fun, especially when the watcher is a gorgeous and sexy woman. Ronnie was watching us calmly, as if it was completely normal situation. Her joining wouldn't be a bad idea either, though perhaps not just now. Eventually Ronnie did. What did not please him was that following the divorce, his ex-wife Jan had quickly ‘taken up with someone new.’ Later, unsubstantiated, rumour had it that the someone new was a She, not a He. And the Someone in question was, apparently, none other than his former secretary and factotum, Lois, although he seriously doubted this. Perhaps, he’d wondered, this was why the settlement was so ‘fair’, as his solicitor put it. The implication was that Jan wanted ‘out’ and was prepared to do almost.