Their cold, from a day in the car, shocked my warm skin but quickly began warming to my body. I knew they would be fine in a few minutes. I looked...up to see him staring at my chest. "Boy, those are nice! Where did you get them?" "Upstairs," I said with a pleased grin. "They cost a lot but they're worth it." "Yeah. I guess!" "I have some you can try," Barbara said, interjecting herself into the meeting for the first time since we had met. "Would you like that?" "Yes! Yes,. Brittney was nervous on our honeymoon. When wefinally had sex late that first night she wascompletely satisfied with what she got. At least shemade it appear as if she was happy that night.Brittney never said a word about the size of my cock.She seemed to enjoy what I did have to offer eventhough it wasn't any larger than my index finger. Overthe course of time I got Brittney a present for herbirthday on the second year we were married. It was alife like cock which measured 6" long and about. “I’ll eat you then!”“Say that again! I dare you! I double-dare you, motherfucker!”She and I had just watched Pulp Fiction earlier that day.I stood up and pulled her back. “Let’s both take it easy. Fred, I’ll talk to the cooks about getting you something meatier than casserole. Betty, how about tomorrow, we go out to eat, just you and me on a date?”Her tail started whipping back and forth. “Well, if Master really wants to…”“Good, then let’s all sit back down and enjoy dinner.”We took our seats. He laid his head on her shoulder, cock buried to the hilt but no longer pumping. The only movement was the swaying of the train as it sped down the tracks.They breathed as one… in and out… in and out… “Oh… God… I…” She tried to speak but couldn’t form the words.“Quiet. Grab the pole. Do it,” he commanded.She weakly pulled her hand from her skirt and clutched the pole. She could barely hold on – her hand was slick with pussy juice.He released her sore tit and moved his hand up to cradle her.