They had thick leather collars on their wrists and ankles, too. They neither spoke nor moved.A woman brought me a drink on a golden tray. She was nake... and I first saw her bloated stomach heavy with child. She, too, wore leathers. When I looked up at her face, it was last month’s Playmate. As I looked around the living room, I saw the whole house was full of pregnant women in leathers. All their faces had the same dead expression, as if they were zombies or robots, programmed for a master’s. "He is less than half your length ... and is much thinner." Really? Is George that tiny?" Dave grips his shaft, pulling the skin back. It is so huge! The tip so thick and full ... the shaft so thick and hot ... I am lost in a daze, almost hypnotized by the wondrous sight. "Hum, what a wimp!" Dave laughs. "I'm sorry Belle, show me again. Show me where he would be up to on mine." I-it is like this..." I start to use my fingers to show him the difference again when he cuts me."Come have a seat...". The first was the look on his face. It was a combination, of sheerintensity and abject joy. The sheer intensity was written on everypore of his face, the invasion of the cock in his body making him ridethe razors edge between mind-numbing pleasure and mind-thrashing pain.The pleasure was winning, hands down.It was a look of ferocity. This young man was going through somethingthat was pushing the limits of his normal existence on the planet,beyond anything he'd ever done before. To the. Briefly, she put both hands between her legs.Then, she reached up and grabbed a sweatshirt. She turned and walked over to the bed. Facing the window, unaware of her voyeur, she took off her shirt. She traced her fingernails down her neck, and then unclasped her bra. Her breasts fell free, and Marty was surprised to realize that he was looking at the body as he had never seen before. He was even more surprised to find out that she was perfectly proportioned. She closed her eyes, and cupped her.