She had an itty bitty black skirt on, maybe a thong... but no top.“Whatcha doing babe?” I coyly asked as I was the orchestrator of this night.“G...tting ready.” She replied, not looking away from the mirror.I pressed further, “What you going to do?”“Going on a blind date!” Finally she gave me some play, “Going to meet a hot cage fighter named Mike.”“Oh reeeally, so what do you know about him?” She sighed not liking my attempts to shoot my very own amateur porno. “I’ve seen pictures of him, he is. Hopia by now was already beside himself when he replied, "Oh yes, yes Ma'am…I'venever done this before to anyone…but…and I don't know why….but….gosh….I'm definitely enjoying this….oh my". This only prompted Aurora to chuckle gleefully, feeling so dominant and superior. Before Hopia was through with his ministrations, Aurora's boots already acquiredan unmistakable shine. She smiled at the efficiency of Hopia's tongue service. Aurora took a quick glance at her watch and decided that she still has. Next was a walking stick, about 2 ½ inches thick and about 41/2 feet long, it was sanded smooth with a nice finish. The top having a bulbous head about 3-31/2 inches thick, she had to spend a fair amount of time, massaging the huge head into her cum drenched cunt, before she could even think of fitting it into herself. I grew a little impatient and decided to assist her. I shoved the stick and she let out a wail as the bulbous head slammed into her womanhood. It was a site to see, my beautiful. Her training knives had tiny razor edges, that cut the skin and caused pain, but the cuts would heal in a few weeks or a month. She didn’t seem to mind if our post training writhing embrace was lubricated with my blood. It only stung a bit, added the spice of danger, and was interesting for awhile, -until I improved with my own blade and our fluids mingled instead. The scars were invisibly fine, just badges of my earned skill.Next I combined studies in saber with a Physics Doctorate at.