The equipment that Mr. Dodds wheeled over to Mandy's motionless side appeared to be a common paint sprayer, and was, except for minor modifications to...the spray-gun. It was a contractor type, with one hose to the air compressor, and one that dipped into the paint bucket. In this case, however, the label on the five gallon bucket read: ACME 1 Part Latex Molding Compound --> ask for it by name ' she shook her head. 'Oh dear. You've sensed something though, haven't you? Don't say there's a jinx, please. After all, the place used to be a funeral parlour.' I did not know how to respond to this. She turned to Jeremy. 'He's not keeping anything from me, is he?''Ben wasn't hinting at anything being wrong, Alicia. It's his sense of humour. You'll get used to him.''Well, let's hope so. It would be really useful if he could keep shop for me when I go to my Egyptology meetings on Wednesday. I don’t think she was even aware of what she was doing as she sucked it clean and dry.My wife said, “So bitch what do you think now?”Janet said, “Well I sure didn’t expect to have the tables turned on me but all in all it wasn’t that bad! At first it hurt like hell, then it started to burn a little, and then if sort of calmed down!”My wife said, “You must have relaxed!”Janet said, “I think you’re right! It did get better when I realized that it wasn’t going to end quickly and resigned myself to. Soon, our wedding day was upon us. By now, even fucking her hard with the dildo no longer caused any soreness. Needless to say, the toys came with us on the honeymoon. I saw a TSA inspection note in the bag that held the big toy, I can imagine what they were thinking when they saw it. We had not been on vacation in quite some time and this was the first time that we were constantly together for an extended period of time in a while. A lot of the honeymoon was spent with me ramming her pussy.