? The vanity was just the right height that shecould get her crotch up over the corner of it if she stood on the tips of hertoes.? Maybe if she stradd...ed the vanitylike that, and leaned forward a bit, most of it would just fall on top of thevanity.? Then she could sweep it off intoher hand or something, and flush it or something.? She thought she would try that, and foundthat the vanity was just a touch higher than she thought.? The cold marble top pushed hard up againsther pussy, and her toes. And she had just this... mane.... of flame red hair." Jack gestured with his hands. "She was ginger,"I said. "No." Jack shook his head, his eyes becoming for a moment so intense. It was as if he was defending the memory of her, and he had the right to. "She was a redhead," he emphasised. "What’s the difference!?" I can’t take credit for this one, but the difference between someone who’s a redhead and someone who’s ginger is… good skin. Her hair was dark red. When it was dark, it almost looked. "Have sex in here?" She asked. Her face was just barely lit up by a street light outside so I could see the sly smile."No, for some reason none of my former girlfriends thought the garage was that romantic a spot." Hmmm." What?" Just thinking. Are you aware that, since we had sex in my fathers bed when he went to Florida last summer, that we have now, officially, had sex in every room of my parents old house." Her father had sold the house a few months after returning from his vacation in. And now, the machine held her tight in it’s grip, a grip it was not about to relinquish, no matter how much she begged, screamed or cried.From the floor she felt the telescopic pole pressing against her body. Two dildos had been fixed to the end of this pole, and Cheryl struggled to get away from it before it could impale her. but there was no where to go. The metal bands on her wrists, ankles and around her waist held her still, as she felt the cold metal pressing against her pussy and arse..