Be patient.”“Heh. Those I can do. I’ll just watch your ass; that always gets me hard.”“Thanks, honey. Now stop talking for a second and let ...e concentrate.”“Mmmm… Go right ahead.”…“Ohhh… That felt good going in. I was afraid I’d need more tries, but I’m so wet that you just slid in, didn’t you? I love that moment when you first go in like that.”“I’m pretty fond of it too. Now, how about you fuck me?”“Oh, don’t worry; that’s the plan! This is a bit awkward, but I think I can get enough traction. When Mark brought her to an orgasm, the poor girl passed out. Mark looked up at me with a "what do I do now?" look on his face. I waved my hand, urging him to come upstairs to me. He covered her with a blanket and took the stairs quietly. I was naked in the bathroom when he entered. I was standing with my legs spread and leaning forward on the bathroom counter. Mark wasted no time in dropping his shorts and sliding into me from behind. We stared at each other in the bathroom mirror while he. It sat right on their gag reflex, and would torment them constantly. Matt would only detach it once a day, to feed and water his dolls, sometimes adding their own piss into their meals. When the girls came to their senses, they all screamed hysterically, realizing they were incapable of seeing, speaking, hearing, or even moving! Matt couldn't hear a sound of their pitiful moans, unless he stuck his ear right on the mask's surface. The padding worked really well. Likewise, the slightest jerk. I said let’s walk and discuss.I showed her a recent photo of Telugu film Arundhati heroine and said she looked like her except for her face. She understood I am talking about her body. I told the only difference is you have a little belly fat than her. She said that she is a mother. Her kid is studying in class 3.I complimented her saying you look like just 26 or 27 years old. She blushed. She told that we’ll sit and talk as she is not comfortable walking with her tight dress. We sat on a bench.