" John wrote. Almost right away she replied, "mmm yeah tell me what you want, you're getting me so wet." the picture soon followed. he saw nothing b...t lust in her eyes. he knew that she would do anything he said. Without any encouragement she sent him another message, "I want to be your dirty slut, your dirty secret, I want your cock" and another picture. her panties were gone she saw standing there in front of the mirror with a dildo shoved up her pussy. John swear he could see her. Realizing that no matter how much I wanted it that there were limits. Yet my anus expanded to new dimensions, stretching, stretching, as I bore down harder, unmindful of any consequences. My feet were coming off the floor, my entire weight supported on my reluctantly yielding ass. Mentally I was lost, I had to have this in me but I couldn’t accept that it was possible. Physically I was making infinitesimally small progress. Ever so slowly I spread, my entire being waiting, feeling myself open. How did you know?’ Sam turned to read her face. It beamed with a devilish grin, cried out for an absurd rebuttal. He hadn’t played the game of sexual innuendo for over a year. He missed it. He wanted to play along and couldn’t resist the temptation. ‘Well, the physical evidence was plain to see. First, I noticed the moisture when I entered.’ He wiped his finger across the tank surface and held the dewy digit up for examination. ‘Then, as I got closer to the fixture, I could hear the liquid. She was wearing the shortest and tightest mini skirt I had ever seen. Long shapely legs were covered in shiny pantyhose and her feet were clad in very high heels. A red silk blouse hugged her torso like a second skin and was unbuttoned just enough to allow glimpses of her tempting breasts encased in a red bra. I had never seen her with her hair down and in makeup and could not believe how attractive she was. She moved toward me and wrapped her firm silky arms around me as she placed her lips on.