She seemed to want to be in control so he just played along obediently. When she gently pushed him face down on the bed and began massaging his should...rs he didn't complain. He began to get really comfortable as her hands sought out the swell of his ass cheeks and she dribbled more oil onto them. The oil felt great sliding down into his smooth, hairless ass crack, so did her hands as they followed suit. Gently her nails scratched over his hot flesh and her fingers dipped in to finger his tight. Why does that do that to me? Why am I just finding out that it does that to me? What does that say about me? I pause. I feel good, I tell myself. Let it be. Don’t spoil how you feel by thinking about it too much. I put the second of my three allowed monthly Xs on my running journal and draw a bath. I am slightly sore. My pussy is a little tender, but it’s mostly my abs and lower back that ache. All that coming, I guess. It’s a good sore—like running a 18-minute 5k. It’s a soreness my body. The dildo pushed forward and into his James ass by a few inches and moved back and forth gradually as James grimaced and groaned. Nuzla turned the machine up in speed and depth and pushed James back tight against the machine.The dildo was now rocketing deep into James’ ass. His mouth flew open in shock at how deep the ass-fucking was. Nuzla giggled as she watched the expression on James’ face. It was the look of bewildered disbelief.Finally, the mechanically driven dildo slammed deep inside. I'm very relaxed now, concentrating on Bob's hands on my body. He'smassaging my shoulders. Now he's working my neck. It feels reallyweird, like he's squeezing the nerves deep in my neck. I pass out.?When I wake up, it's 8:34 a.m. on Monday. I push my self up off thebed. Bob's not there but I think I hear him in the kitchen. I slip myrobe on and walk out, rubbing my neck. I look in the kitchen and seeBob buttering toast. He's made a light breakfast. I don't think mystomach could handle much.