“I think you said something very important when you said that we can’t use other things—or in this case, other creatures—as sex objects. We ca...’t really possess the one’s we love the most, because a lot of what men want—at least from my experiences with guys—is to use sex as a way to possess their women—or in this case, a pet. That’s part of the disease too, because possessing the animals that we love isn’t exactly the healthiest way to go about loving a person, or in Irving’s case, another. After a night of orgasmic bliss, I fell contently to sleep. Knowing the next day didn't have much on the schedule, I prepared myself for being bored and leaving the office early. When I woke up I realized I hadn't yet put my toy away from the other night and the box of other toys was laying next to my bed. One in particular caught my eye. I noticed the soft pink straps and the connected remote. I had bought this toy a long time ago but never found myself brave enough to use it in public. It had. Time to paint some sexy stripes. Her eyes follow me when I walk to the wall. She hopes I´ll fancy her favourite flogger. I notice her sigh of relief as I grab the dressage damager for my art to her beautiful booty.She´ll need to wait, though. First I tease her, slowly flow the long end of it along her wets lips. "Do you deserve this one to make love to you?" Yes, Sir! Please prove your love to me with it. I was really a bad girl to you"That´s true, I notice, as I feel she is very wet now. I. She slowly went lower to my cock, stroking it slowly but firmly. Her massive breasts dangling about an inch from my face. “Does this please you?” she asks in a soft voice. “Yes.” I am barely able to reply. “Good, I love pleasing my man.” If I was more awake and less stimulated, I would have been startled by this statement as we had never even been on a date, but as it was all I really could do is lay back and enjoy it. She continued stroking me for what seemed like forever, constantly gauging.