The big bowl of fruit. "Fruit... boot... fruit... boot..." Suddenly, she felt so calm, and sleepy. She relaxed back into her chair. Drifting."That's r...ght," Dominica whispered. "Take a bite of fruit."Boot... fruit... boot... All Daniella could seem to see was the bowl of fruit salad. She reached up with her fingers... "Use your fork, Babi," Mistress said.She picked up the fork, seeing the length of shiny metal more than recognizing it as an eating utensil. Then she jabbed a peach slice, put it. That's when he produced the poppers, I have to say that when I take poppers I usually get carried away so I thought I'd stay clear of them, he took a blast and but the cap back on and started to ease his cock in between my arse cheeks he hadn't lubed up and I could feel his cock head pressing against my hole then he just bent me forward and pushed hard, the pain was instant but amazingly his cock head slid into me and then he shoved hard, that did two things, it pushed me forward so that I had. There were a couple of cars in the car park and a few lorries parked nearby. My wife was starting to get cold. She had jeans and a t-shirt on so I lent her my hooded jacket and told her to stay in the car and keep warm. I got out and pretended to know what I was doing by flicking open the bonnet and looking at the engine. I was about ring a breakdown company on my mobile when I heard someone behind me. "What's the problem", the voice said behind me. I turned to see a slightly overweight man. Though he did suggest I convert to Times New Roman font. I thanked him for his suggestions and made the font change. I didn't even mind the implied criticism.I posted the story, it was a little out of place because the site specializes in erotica, but they allowed about anything legal to be posted.It was up for less than eight hours and I started getting emails. Most were complimentary but several with some sincere criticism. I went back and did a thorough spell and punctuation check, and fixed.