There’s something that I hadn’t told the doctor, but which I have told Kevin. I’m into bondage. It’s how I get stimulated enough to jack off. ...’ve fantasized about being kept in bondage for a weekend. One night Kevin had asked about my sexual fantasies and I told him. A month later he told me that he could make my fantasies become a reality if I wanted it. This was both appealing and terrifying. I had to do some thinking about that, and he was willing to wait for me to decide. I finally decided. I love him and to be honest I don’t think I could live without his succulent cock. Just thinking about how good it feels inside me had me dripping like a leaky faucet. I pulled into the “Fascinations” parking lot, a gigantic smile drawn on my face, my eyes sparkling, and my body tingling with anticipation. I swung the door open and sprinted inside; my hot foot directed me to the dildo section. My mouth opened wide at the sight of the 9” pink rabbit that was displayed in the glass case. “I want. Then a week before our birthday, Daddy called and said that the familywanted to come out and see me on my birthday. How could I refuse? I hadmy staff give the building a very thorough cleaning from the cellar whichhoused our parking deck,boiler for the solar heater and generator/batteryback up to the roof and the solar panels, wind turbines and heat pump forthe cooling/heating of the building. Like my family, I was a firmbeliever in being Eco-friendly, even having a dual fuel car with. All the while, I worked her clit with my right hand, trying to coax another orgasm from her. I was able to push her over the threshold again, making her moan like an opera singer. After a few minutes, I retrieved the bottle of cooking oil and stuck the nozzle in her raised asshole like the jug of a water cooler. I squeezed bottle, making Jill gag as I pumped her ass full of oil. A full liter was poured into her rectal cavity.“How about we play a little game?” I suggested. Without letting go of.