There may only be so far I am prepared to go. The other week I found a smaller sex toy and held it up against my existing one, pretending to debate wh...re it would go. But you know where I put it, right? As I feel the lube between my arse cheeks I always tell myself that I should be above this, but once I have hit the buttons I tremble with the kind of obscene gratification that I remember so fondly. I miss it. For one moment I am totally full and my flesh is alive and I make the sound I never. I swallow as much as I can but there’s so much of it. “What a big boy you are!” he gives one last reluctant moan as he spasms, coming down from his climax. He looks me straight in the eyes, lost for words. I climb up his body, now straddling him in the car. “You like watching me drink your cum, don’t you daddy? You’re so dirty.” I whisper, taunting him. He’s panting heavily by now.“Max, that was amazing but...”“Yes, it was, daddy.” I can feel him getting hard again every time I say. Some of the men we just sent out the standard letter saying at the moment we had enough men as we only had so many single women and we applied a strict balance of sexes. Of course this wasn't strictly true we did have some lee-way but the men had to meet a certain criteria and being able to write an application without saying fuck in it or having coffee stains or possible other bodily secretions on it was one of them. The other was having a phone conversation with the club secretary without. Julie broke the silence between them, "That was fabulous. George is going to die when he hears about this." David's eyes went wide. It was as if he had been hit by a baseball bat. When he had regained his composure, he stammered, "You're going to tell your fiancé about this?" "Of course." she said. "He'll love it. And if I wait until he's got his head between my legs, I'll love it too. It will make both of so hot that the lovemaking will be unbelievable. Maybe, if he pays close attention, it'll.