” She washed my balls and underneath. She washed my ass and scrubbed my anus. She even rubbed her hand up and down my crack. The sensations were lik... none I had ever felt, at least until later that is. We continued to kiss and make out as I washed her in the same manner. I washed her lovely tits and washed her pussy and ass. I washed her like she had me. I was so hot and horny with anticipation of what Stacy had in mind to do next. She was SO much more experienced than I and that excited me of. Not about sports(trivial to me, what do I care other than my tax dollars going to make someone else rich) or women, just, hell I don't know, life I guess. We had lunch at some street cafe and headed back. I felt pretty good, a nice day all in all. On the drive back he asked my if I would mind giving him my opinion on an invention he had thought up.Sure I said, what is it?Well, it's a vibrator slash dildo.oh? ( not a brush off "oh" a "tell me more" oh).Well(a little encouraged by my. He was still not fully recovered from Scotland physically, but financially, things could not have been better.It was mid-February by the time Jean returned to Campomesnils. Marguerite seemed pleased to see him, rushing into his arms and crying against his chest. However, as he tried to speak with her, he could see something was different. She was not listening to his story of the visit to the King and seemed distracted.He went to his mother and asked if something had happened while he was away. I felt him get off the bed and waited, listening for any sound that would tell me what he was up to. His hands closed around my left ankle and I felt a leather strap go around it. I heard click of a clasp and I knew what he had in mind. He spread my legs apart and put another leather strap on my right ankle. He positioned them the way he wanted them and I heard a clasp click again as he fastened my leg to the other end of my three foot spreader bar. My legs were wide open for his assault and I.