I did and someone answered. I told them what happened and that the guy who helped would bring me home.On the way to my house I asked him what he likes...to do with guys. He told me suck, get sucked, get fucked and fuck. I stated I wish I was in the mood for sex. He advised better to wait until I feel better but invited me to call when I am ready.He dropped me at home. The next day I figured out he was right about waiting. I was very sore and bruised. It took a good week to feel better.Then one. Michele's glass has been refilled and she takescautious sips; she lights a cigarette but Sarina stubs it out."Some of the men don't like smoking and your breath needs to be sweet andclean," she explains.Michele takes time applying foundation; she has selected a foundation thatclosely matches her skin colour and covers up the few blemishes that markher face and liberally coats her face and neck with matching finishingpowder. Michele now has the blank canvas on which to apply the rest of. It was nice and loose around the waist of her blue jeans that fit her nicely. Holding her round ass up and making it seem to stick out just a bit more. She wore chunky healed shoes to add 3 inches to her height but still felt short. Andrew as usual was in casual attire. He wore red T-shirt with a heavy metal band’s picture on the front that was wearing off from it being worn so regularly and some baggy as well as a tad dirty dark blue jeans. Nicole sighed outwardly. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked. Hesliced through her thong, but left the corset.She was almost ready, he thought. With one hand operating the pulley, he loweredher until her skin touched the dildos. He positioned them carefully, lubricatedthem well, and then lowered her again. The large dildo was engulfed by herpussy, passing through her pussy lips into the depths of darkness. The secondone he carefully aimed at her ass. He was careful to use a generous amountof lubricant both on the toy and in her ass. He took his time.