I wish you were here right now… im imagining youre here doing all the things you are typing. im so wet for you baby Josh: what are you doing to your...elf while thinking of me? Skye: my left hand is between my legs… two fingers plunge into my dripping pussy while my thumb presses my clit. with my right hand i alternate typing and fondling my tits. i lick my fingers and pinch my nipple, rolling and squeezing them Josh: too bad im not there to do it for you, so your hand could play with my cock. " Did you put a show on for them — you and some other girl?" You wish." So did you?" You're spoiling it. I have to tell it just as it happened." Okay, so this guy — Phil — he lets you into his room." "It was a suite of rooms, actually. The one we saw online when we booked ours. Anyhow, Phil said he was pleased to see me." Had a hard-on, did he?" Haha. He might have, but I didn't get to touch it just then." But you did later?"She ignores him, does not want to lose the thread, wants to keep it. Masked and ready, I took the cattle-prod out of my bag, the ‘stick’ which the young woman on TV remembered so vividly. I gently pushed open Aunt Rita’s bedroom door and walked inside.She was asleep on her bed. It was a hot summer’s night, and she lay without any covers on the bed, wearing a white nightgown. I stood near the side of her bed. I pushed the ‘charge’ button on my prod, but somehow I didn’t feel like shocking her senseless like I had done for the other women. They were a lot younger. He twists it back, closing it again, and nods at the other two men. They bend her over, exposing her bare, flawless ass to him. He begins slowly pressing the object into her puckered pink hole. She squeals shrilly around the fat rubber cock in her mouth, tears running down her face. With a distinct popping motion, the plug slides home in her ass. The man begins twisting the screw again, opening it inside her, preventing it from being removed. Another, smaller padlock locks it open. One of.