How could I know what her plans are? She’s never spoken to me, and she’s turned all the friends I made through her against me. So no, I didn’t k...ow she was back in this area, or that she was coming here tonight, I’m here for a little celebration of my own.”At this Ambrose came over, looking worried.“Mr Graham, everything all right?” He looked accusingly at Annette.“Yes fine, Ambrose,” I replied. “The lady and I are catching up on some difficult news.”“Very well,” he said, shrugged, and walked. He positioned her so that she was on her haunches, leaning back onto the toilet. He sat down in front of her, scooted in underneath her and held her hips with his hands. Her hot snatch was right above his pulsing dick when she asked, “Shouldn’t you wear a condom?”Ben let out a laugh and pulled her onto him, lifting his hips off the ground at the same time. She let out a squeal when his tip penetrated her wetness. His dick only got so far until he had to lift her back up and settle her down on. But how upset are you about me sending those pictures, and what that might imply? You didn’t seem that upset before, when I was talking about wanting to fuck Sarah, and you damn sure love sucking our cocks.”I hated to admit too much, but I said, “I’m ashamed to say that I have fantasized about other men fucking Sarah. It’s one thing, though, to talk and think about it, and another to see it becoming a reality. I guess at this point, I don’t plan to help you fuck her, but I probably won’t resist. I think they’d like to see the little bunny tail peeking out beneath the ruffles. No, it won’t show beneath the ruffles. Your little plastic dicklet device will stay tucked up out of sight. Of course, if I invite the guests to play “replace the plug”, they might find it in their blind groping. But that’s okay, I don’t mind them knowing. You DO? Well, I didn’t ask you, Sissy, did I? When I want your opinion, you will know. Until then, you can keep quiet, like a nice little sissy boy. Haven’t you.