The first photo of every set featured the subject fully clothed and generally well dressed. The second was the woman holding a little blackboard upon ...hich was written her subject number, before the photo sets unveiled the rapid descent into depravity. The second last photo was what you could call “the aftermath”, a photo of the subject naked with reddened and stretched flesh, while the last photo was the subject leaving in the clothes that they arrived in. The women were of various ages,. I was going to impale my butt on it! The first pressure I put on my butt with the dildo sent it sliding away from my anus and it went about 4 inches right into my pussy. I panicked that I would break my cherry and bleed right there and ruin a rite I was saving for Bill. I fell back onto my spine and pulled the phallus from me. If I bled, surely it would have shown on the white surface of the dildo. It was clean! WHEW!!!, I thought. But I still wanted to be filled. I knelt back up and rocked to. That night I surprised my hubby when, without a word, I reached under the bedcovers to grip his cock. While he chuckled and laughed, wondering what had gotten into me, I was scooting under the covers to push his underwear down to free the cock I started sucking. When Ben was hard, I rose up and let the covers fall away. I was wet, so goddamned wet, from Jason and I fooling around that hubby's cock slid in easily as I sat on his hips. Ben reached and pulled my nightshirt over my head before. Emma’s chest was heaving, her heart thundering at the feelings shooting through her body.Jenny broke away from the kisses and pushed Emma forward against the wall. Too late Emma realised what was happening, as the zip on the back of the dress was pulled down, and the silky dress disappeared from Emma’s shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra under the low cut dress, and as her knickers had long since been removed, she found herself standing in the cubicle with a woman she’d known for an hour.