’ Cassie seemed to assume that I’d agree to continue our acquaintance. She was right, I enjoyed our time together and was quite looking forward to...having someone to talk to over dinner. Getting back to my cabin I picked up the wretched book and found that I got into it straight away, it was me that was the problem. I devoured forty or so pages before I showered and prepared myself for dinner. Cassie was already seated at a table when I walked into the Dining Car, I looked at my watch and found. ?I can feel them.? My thighs areclamped together right now.? I?ve got twoplastic shiny purple egg shaped bullets in me right now.? I can feel them clattering against eachother.? I was right in one way.? Not being in the shape of a cock is helping,but the thought that I must endure another hour or so of their vibrationsbefore being allowed to turn them off is enough to almost make me cry.? It?s been eight hours and the only times Ihave not had something inside me was for the few minutes when. She felt tears start to gather in her eyes and reached for a tissue from the box on her bedside table. She was missing him so badly. All she wanted was to be in his arms. She would be again very soon. Finally she fell asleep dreaming of her man and what their life together would be like once he came back home to her. The next few days dragged by slowly. Becky tried to focus on her work at the local grocery store where she worked as a cashier and looked forward to her nightly phone call and. ...again that intense burn of thrilling pain that makes you ache for orgasm. You feel my breath on your back, hot and insistent, "I’ve got my entire fist inside that wet cunt of yours”, I tell you. “You must be more of a slut than I thought”. The sex excitement and admiration at your dirty behaviour is obvious in my voice and makes you so proud to be my dirty slut."SMACK"!!!....and you can feel your buttocks glowing with the warmth of the spanks. I rotate my fist inside of you, and you nearly.