I took my bitch's medically hard dick, clit to him, and compared it to my smallest strapon. It's about 7 inches long and about an inch and a half wide... very formidable in the real world and similar to his own member. Jim is what we called this strapon usually, but I told my bitch from now on we were going to call it 'the little guy'. I slapped his erect member very hard with the little guy and announced that the answer to his incessant question was yes, size matters. I could tell his cock. Her eyes stay fixed on his face as she audibly swallows his cum down her throat. She slowly licks her lips, miming satisfaction. “Very good, Michael.” She purrs at him. “You’re getting much better at the aggressive talk. The hair pulling and thrusting were very good. I’m sure Melisandre will be very pleased. You’ll just have to make sure when you’re near orgasm that you don’t pull her head too hard; you don’t want to hurt her.” “Yes, Mistress Dominque.” Now that the sex is over, Michael reverts. “This is not your soo soo? She says it’s now going to be quiet!” Meghna said the frustrated.Dad tried to insert his cock she qualified. At first she was going to turn it in turn was entered.Meghna has his hand pressed to his chest, stirred and woke up sobbing.“Meghna, what, chest pain, what?” Bnti put his hands and said to the Meghna.Meghna saw him smile, “Yes Bnti, here the pain is thought to be two!”“Sister, I’ll rub it?”“See, right … the press!” Meghna’s eyes got brighter.Bnti chemise over. While the doctors were dealing with all the panic over implant malfunctions, I was in my little cubby helping my wife with her exercise program and verifying that I was still healthy. I don't think Diana really saw much of Jupiter Station, or even Freighter #12 for that matter. She got a pretty good view of the overhead in my berthing cubby, though.Col. Weiss stayed with us to finish the "implant job", with a couple of men for security. The next morning, though, Diana got on the next shuttle.