I wouldn't even say that I was unsatisfied; I received great satisfaction pleasing others. The pleasure was when their hips gyrated in their selfish d...sire to force their cock deeper whether it was oral or anal sex knowing that I was the instrument of their sexual gratification to be used however they wanted it. That was my own satisfaction.The three of us lay down with Seth in the middle. An awkward silence ensued, quite ironic I thought, in that this awkwardness should have preceded the sex. You want to see in my purse, you get a fucking warrant. My Dad's a lawyer, I know my rights." Well apparently not too well. You have two choice here, either you can empty your purse and prove that you haven't stolen anything, or... I call the cops and they take you to their offices for interrogation. Your choice."She looked at me for a second and I think that she thought about telling me to fuck off, but then just lifted up her purse and dumped the whole contents on the desk. The items. > > But if someone were to show me a > working device where I could see > that once locked in there would be > no escape and I would be forced to > consume what is put in, I know > I would have to do it. > > And when I say the more elaborate and > bizarre the better. > > The more I'd be less of a human and > more just a part of the plumbing the > better. > > In fact if someone showed me what > could be called the ultimate toilet . He looked good in a white shirt and black pants, and while the stupid ads were rolling, I placed my hand gently on his crotch, rubbing the bulge in his pants.He leaned in and whispered: “What the fuck are you doing?” when I just quietly unzipped his pants and reached inside, trying carefully to pull out at least half of his proud, hard dick. When its head began to show, I leaned down across his lap and wrapped my sultry lips around it, feeling it slip inside my mouth and filling it up. My.