At least it had done for now. He broke off the kiss and looked me in the eyes, our love for each other blossoming again. You want to keep going? he a...ked cautiously Yes, of course I responded, which made him smile and move his body closer to mine. I felt him in between my thighs, his hand guiding his shaft to my soft pussy and virgin hole. I wasnt worried about the pain, like I mentioned before I had masturbated before with an admittedly small dildo, though I still felt nervous about it,. Then again maybe she just had a damn key card, being unable to communicate anything besides our lust was sometimes frustrating. She fumbled with the bolt, but it was locked.“There must be a key somewhere.” I whispered through the slat. I mimed turning a key in a lock, and she bobbed her head in agreement, turning away from me to look back and forth down the corridor. She moved away, her underbelly rustling on the floor, that such a massive animal could move so quietly shocked me, no wonder they. You live for the relaxation, don’t you? Nothing else matters. It’s perfect. Feels so good. The more you let go, the deeper the relaxation gets. The deeper you go, the better you feel. The better you feel, the more you want to go deeper. Like an endless cycle. Deeper and deeper you go. The better it gets. The more pleasure you will feel. You want this pleasure now. You need this pleasure now. You crave this pleasure now. This pleasure excites your body. Tingling with pleasure as you go deeper.. The summer after I graduated I was offered a job for a few months with my late Uncle who,lived near a small town about ten miles away till harvest time that paid the princely sum of a dollar an hour plus a comfortable room all my own and all meals, weekends free. It was damned hard work driving a heavy old tractor in large fields ploughing, cultivating, dragging, etc, feeding the a****ls. Milking the cows using machines though I knew how to do it by hand, and shovelling cow and pig shit, a.