As she stands at the bar waiting for the bartender she clenches her legs and cheeks and feels a delicious thrill as the little egg does its wonder ins...de of her.When her drink arrives she takes an unusually large sip and thinks "game on"The purring increases.After four steps she doesn't know what her limit is as she closes her eyes and stands still within herself. Impervious to the men and women around her, glorifying from within the thrill of the purr.She continues to walk another thirty. I’ll see that he gets it.”Mom headed for town and I walked slowly out to the pump house to see how Mr. Simmons was coming along. He had been there most of the day working on our water pump for the well. The pump was in a small shed we referred to as the pump house. It was about ten feet square with just a door in front and no windows. I knew it would get very hot in there in the summer because we would hide there to smoke cigarettes.I knew Mr. Simmons would be thirsty so I mixed up a large. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the fact that his fiancé had discovered both her love of dominating others as part of her sex play and that she had also discovered her bisexual tendencies. What bothered him was that all too often he would find Yvoine in the house without her collar. ‘She had to wear it,’ he instructed Sara, trying to keep his voice under control. They had entered into their own relationship as equals, sharing Yvoine as their slave, but sometimes Sara wasn’t firm enough in. His voice sounded desperate. I put my phone down and licked his balls again before sliding my tongue up the length of his shaft and taking his bulbous cock head between my lips once again. I angled my face so that as I lowered my head, he would rub against the roof of my mouth. Some guys liked it, some didn’t. The ridges were an interesting sensation, at least. He seemed to enjoy it, so I kept rubbing him against the roof of my mouth, tasting his sticky precum as it squeezed out with each.