He then placed a condom over his stiff dick and applied some lubricant. But before he entered her asshole, he placed a remote-control vibrating egg de...p inside her steamy pussy and gave it a test. Pleasurable moans escaped her throat as the egg was activated, and he guided the thick head of his heaving hunk of man-meat to the entrance of her Hershey Highway. She moaned louder as he slowly and steadily pushed into her tight rectum, forcing her sphincter muscles to yield to his thick shaft. Inch. Two, Hugo is the biggest fraud you could ask to meet, and has been shining me on right along. Hell, I guess I’m gullible enough, even that fucking baby-rapist had me going.In fact, maybe he’s even shining himself on, to the point that he actually believes what he’s saying and doing. He’s the one who’s wigged out, not me.That seems pretty hard to go for, though. The Internet can’t find anything at all about cults or groups that go back to caveman living, and I can’t imagine he could have done. Three bites and Callie passed her plate to me. “You finish it.”I did, but only to avoid disappointing the chef. Callie had no sweet tooth. She rarely ate deserts. In fact, she didn’t eat much of anything. Unlike me, she was a grazer. I was more a gorger - eat when the opportunity presented itself in case meals were missed later. Every morning at breakfast Callie gathered a variety of fruits and vegetable sticks from the dining room and, throughout the day, would nibble on them. It reinforced my. . to my surprise he continued with a much nicer and friendlier tone. "OK, I won't tell, if you stay and watch and let me finish, and of course never tell a soul!" he whispered. Of course this was one of the easiest decisions I have ever had to make so I agreed on the spot. He had me pull down the toilet seat and sit on the edge as he began to pull the brass zipper down on the front of his pants. I was suddenly conscious of what I was wearing . . . and wish I had put on a t-shirt to hide my.