The plastic was slowly being worked into me, being bounced in and out of me by the centimeter. I was beginning to feel bumps on my velvet walls and I ...pened my eyes wide in amazement: I was going to be fucked with a remote!My body shivered uncontrollably as the entire length of my juicy cunt was filled with cold plastic, my juices splattering on my assailant’s hand. My mind was blank with sexual urge; my body was under complete control of my cunt.The hard cushion feel of the buttons against my. For example, someone baking bread would have to make a standard size of loaf that all would accept as what people would expect for their trade. It is easy to come along with a bread measure and test some bread that has been put out for trade. If a loaf of bread was not correctly sized, the baker would suffer a penalty to stop them cheating the customers.”Raka was interested in the practicalities. “Where would you keep your standard measures, John?”“In my time, each nation kept its version of. She whispered into Lexy’s ear, who laughed hearing her idea. “Brilliant” she said, as the small Latina girl got up and ran very quickly over to her backpack, cum dribbling down her leg from where Lexy had worked her over. She returned with a piece of paper and scotch tape, as well as some white rope. Jason was instructed to bend over on the ground, already not liking where this was going. His hands were tied behind his back and his ass was open and up into the air. From inside Alicia’s. Both Bill and his wife Jan had become good friends in the short time we all lived in this complex. Bill was about six feet tall, sandy brown hair, and lean - not skinny, but lean with very firm muscle tone. Bill’s bathing suit was small and tight fitting like the type competitive swimmers wear. The first day he had come out to the pool while Linda and I were out there, Linda adjusted her sunglasses to get a better look. Turning to me, she had remarked how Bill’s suit left little to the.