Then she ‘whispered’ to me, “I’m gonna marry that cock.” That made him smirk. I’m sure he didn’t need the reassurance but appreciated it...Looking back up at me, she said, “James is the only man I’ve ever been with, and he wasn’t originally on board with the idea of another man fucking me like I told you earlier. I wasn’t sure myself, but the conversation with Victoria changed both our minds to allow it one time if you were willing.”I didn’t respond right away, so she continued, “If you’d like to. The couple who ran the local sex shop were very helpful and showed me their stock. After some discussion, and knowing my Mistress slightly, they recommended the CB6000 as probably the most secure for her. The others they had were metal band types which the lady of the shop said were fine but would allow too much of the skin of my penis to show. She said that my Mistress would prefer me to be completely encased in the transparent plastic of the CB6000, and so it proved. Good buy, good boy!I put. Anyone who wants to have a dinner at FM come to my house for a duck dinner - you bring the duck! I apologize if anyone who thinks they should be here and isn't - but the room will only hold so many people!)Another Dinner at FictionmaniaBy EricThere were the usual pickets outside carrying signs, Like 'SAVE ARCHIE', 'FINISH ARCHIE AND BETTY' or 'Anne-Mal is a SLACKER!'Mindy had excused herself, saying she had to be in Berlin. Most of those present thought she was just trying to avoid the SRU. D." Peter informed her.Debbie nodded. Peter had immediately formed an impressive bulge in his sweats as soon as he started practicing, but it was even more impressive when he took it out of his pants. It had that shiny look it got when it was expanded to maximum size. Peter was shifting his position and grunting as he started at the painting with his pants down. "Peter, I hope you're not planning on thrashing around like that while you're posing!" Ugh! No, Mrs. D. There is no way I could pose.