Now, even with anerection that I couldn't seem to lose, they were barely noticeable.And so, with a determination born of necessity, I hoisted the bag ...vermy shoulder and headed out to my car.I am sure, Dear Reader, that you have already guessed it. When I gotback to the spot where I had parked, I saw only an empty space. For thefirst time, I noticed the sign: "NO PARKING ON FOOTBALL SATURDAYS" andthe crowds of revelers. I had been so caught up in my own situation thatI had completely forgotten. Besides, now that we had both gone to the trouble of actually meeting one another, it seemed a waste of our time not to go on from there!"If you'd like," David said, "we could go back to my place. It's private. I live alone." He smiled, and then sipped what was left of his coffee and then set the cup down on the table between us.That was the crux of the matter! Was I going to go through with this? Or wasn't I?David had a very nice house. It was secluded, as he had indicated earlier. He gave me. About five minutes of stroking and I was ready to go. I held out my right hand to catch my cum while I stroked myself with my left. I was reaching the point of no return. My breathing quickened. I found it difficult to restrain my groans as I began to spurt because of this goddess before me. I remained as quiet as I could, but I came with the most force I ever have in my life. I did a good job catching it. I had to because I hadn't brought anything to clean my mess up.I stood there for. At her crotch was a big black strap-on dildo.Her campaign manager smiled. "Are you ready for the show?" she asked.Then the director yelled 'Action!' and Susan's face went cold."On your knees, bitch!" she yelled and Susan complied, terrified. "You want a work out, do you? Well I'll work you harder than any man ever could."She grabbed a fist full of Donna's long blonde hair and pulled roughly so that she went down on her hands, her massive breasts brushing the floor."You're bad, Donna!" Susan.