I was holding her ass tight as she tiredlessly came all over my face.Once she finaly stopped. Her body calmed down a bit, then I ate her pussy a few m...re seconds. Couldn't resist. Munching on her cunt. Licking her pink baby pussy, making it clean and enjoying myself as I ate the prettiest pussy in my life. Loved her taste...I backed off for a second. Looked at her from a crouching position as she was trying to sit. She somehow managed to."Sorry..." she said quietly, embarassed, ashamed maybe. I. She looked the question into Denise's eyes once the girl could make eye contact. Denise croaked out "Anne!" and the tears flowed once more. It wasn't until several minutes later that Denise was able to draw a sobbing, stuttering breath and pulled away once more. Elizabeth wet a paper towel from a tap and began gently wiping Denise's face. Denise leant backwards against the sink and let Elizabeth look after her.Before long, Elizabeth's practised hands had soothed and repaired as much as possible. Yes, it started with my e-bike and regular bike, but I found myself drawn to other seats. I started using the different gym equipment, but only the ones with seats. The exercise bikes, the rowing machines, any equipment with a bike-type seat would get me going and if I was careful, I could cum in a room full of people and no one was the wiser.But even that wasn’t enough. My kink expanded to not just a seat, but a recently used seat. I discovered this accidentally. One day the gym was crowded. The three women then began to smile and giggle."It's beautiful" one of them said. "You are VERY lucky."I held the weighted chromed metal end in one hand while I gently stroked the very soft and beautiful fur end with my other end."I'm afraid that I'm not sure what it is?" I said with a still puzzled tone.The three women giggled and exchanged glances and some words in a language that I did not understand. Finally, one of them cleared her throat."It's a butt-plug" she said. "But not just any.