I drank eagerly. “What is the giant dildo for, Dave?” Dad asked. “Thought we might like a little show while we had our drinks,” Uncle explaine.... I looked at Dad, expecting him to come to my rescue. “That sounds like fun,” he said. I was shaken. He was going to sit calmly drinking beer that I had got especially for them while I was being ravished by a mechanical prick? What was more, from the way his cock was starting to rise, he looked like he was going to enjoy the spectacle. I opened my. Park a few houses down ... yes, after dark ... don't want the neighbors getting nosey ... okay, see you tomorrow night ... love you too ... bye."She was worried about the neighbors. That was something. We had bought the house we currently lived in because of the treed nature of the neighborhood and the privacy that it afforded. Yes, it was possible that someone might notice a strange car at the house, but it would have been unlikely to raise any red flags. Different visitors had come over, and. "I want more!" Oh, don't worry," he consoled. "You have plenty of wieners. Why don't you see how many you can fit into your three fuck holes?"Molly giggled, remembering she still had a huge pack of hotdogs. She scurried back into the commissary, discarded what remained of her clothing, and went to work. Dr. Jordan left her there, shoving frankfurters in places they were never meant to go, moaning. He wondered how long it would be until Dr. Harris was called to try and make her stop.Dr. Jordan. "Naked. Now." Charlie practically flew out of his clothes. But the next message froze him. "Make it up to me." What the fuck does that mean??" Make it up to me. Make me forgive you."Charlie sat still on his couch, butt naked and holding his phone in one hand and a marker in the other. He felt an overwhelming urge to make Sam feel better, and finally chose to write, "Sorry, Sam," along his cock, with a cute little sad face following it. He sent a picture, and waited.Five minutes. Ten minutes..