My enjoyable situation continues, but I've found that it's been tougher to just write about it. Most of my Saturdays are very similar to previous post..., so as fun as it is, it makes for a repetitive read.Last Saturday was a little different though, so I figured it was worth writing about. So as fucked up as this might sound, one of the aspects that I've unexpectedly come to enjoy from this arrangement is watching Anna let herself get treated like an object.That statement deserves a little. I coached her on keeping her hands lubricated and reminded her that that was true for any penis coming from the protection of a sheath. She watched me gather pre-cum from the opening and spreading it over my palms, then stroking the length shown to us. She duplicated my actions and soon there were two pairs of hands on the growing cock. She muttered her amazement at the size of the cock, exclaiming that it was larger than she expected when only seeing it from a short distance at the pageant. As soon as she reached the landing, the wall seemed to move and a section of it swung round to reveal an opening into the next house."Go through - and hurry!" mouthed the woman silently - virtually obliging Veronica to lip read. By this time the front door was being well and truly hammered by the two police women. The terrified girl obeyed and the wall closed up behind her. She found herself half way up the staircase of the next house and could see, through the front door, the flashing light of. Jack appears with a silver flashlight he's discovered, and approaches her spread legs. Placing the handle against the lips of her cunt, he slowly inserts the blunt object. He moves it in and out a few times, inserting it as deep as it will go. With one insertion, the light clicks on and shines out of her cunt like some kind of bizarre torch. "Hey guys look at this," Jack says. "Man, will you look at that." "Wow, she's lit up like a Christmas tree." "I've found an old Coke bottle. Let's.