I picked one that is L-shaped, like a feel-doe, so it would fit inside her pussy while she was doing me. She was delighted I had one, she claimed that...such toys gave more control. It was not exactly short, but “my” end was thin and flexible while her end fit her pussy snug enough to use without a harness. Next, we picked a simple harness to hold the whole business in position.She wanted us to play in her bed, so the sheets would get sweated up with me to comfort her after I left. She knew that. I was broken out of my daze by the phone ringing on a table by the couch. Picking up the handset, my mouth engaged before my brain did.“Who’s this and what the fuck is going on!”“Well Mr. Badzinski, my name is Turgin of the Agen. If you will give us a couple of minutes, myself and a colleague will come and discuss the deal we made last night.”The line went dead. My brain was going a mile a minute in twenty different directions. Was I really dead? Who the hell were these people? Where the hell. Roland had asked Kristy and she'd offered up Big G as one who did, and he had nothing else to go on.He was driven forward though by the words of Kayla at his apartment. She'd cut him to his core, her truths pummeling his conscience and threatening to overwhelm him.Would he feel differently if he hadn't allowed her to yell at him? Would he be blissfully ignorant?He shook his head slightly as he drove into town proper. It didn't matter. He'd done what he'd done."You're a sick fuck Roland," he. ‘What is happening? Why are you doing this to me?’ she wondered frantically. Now completely bare upon the cold metal table, Victoria felt a tickle along her upper thighs. Her attempt to look down but it was pointless, whatever they were doing down there was out of her view and blocked by the big round mounds of her breasts. Her bright pink nipples poked up into the air, stiff from the affects of the cold air. Victoria’s breathing became ragged as she felt the tickling sensation cease on.