“Very good,” he said. “I can see that your pussy is wet enough,” “Wet enough for wh-” I let out a small yell, as something hard and metall...c like pressed against my pussy opening. I could feel that is was round, cold and was certainly large. He pushed harder and harder, until suddenly my pussy had completely sucked it in. I could feel it stretching my pussy walls, pressing hard against the skin, slowly inching into my depths. “What the fuck is that?” I gasped, almost convulsing. “A Titanica. .He reached up and unhooked her legs and wrists..."Turn around,with your head off the bed...I still have one more hole to inspect" Heordered...she did as she was told, her head hanging off the bed, her mouthopen, waiting for His pleasure... He stripped off His pants, He was so hard and hot...although her eyeswere closed, she could feel the heat as He stepped up next to her and slidHis cock into her waiting mouth...not too far at first, but each timedeeper and deeper until He felt her lips at. "It's ok, high school party what could I expect right?" "Yeah I know what you mean. Again I have to say I'm sorry, can I get you anything?" "I'm good right now thank you. I'm Gwen by the way." She raises her hand and shows me a glass of punch that she is holding with perfectly manicured hands. Her nails are just the right length, of course they are. "I'm in town for Stacy's graduation, know her?" "Yeah, for a couple of years." Stacy was a nice girl but just another girl from here. She was. Hey, he’s the boss. “Do you have any fantasies?” I asked baldly. “Yes. I want to ram this thing so far into you that you speak with an accent,” he joked. But was it joking? I joined in, laughing, “My Mum speaks with an accent.” (She’s French.) “You didn’t have anything to do with that, right?” “I wish,” he said under his breath. “What!” I laughed in surprise. “Belinda, this might be hard to hear, but your Mum is smoking hot.” Sigh. I already knew that. Back on topic, though: “Seriously, that’s.