."I let her worry for a minute. "Well, but you can wear a robe." That's not bad, then," she replied, relieved, I suspect."So, nothing but a robe." Tha...'s all? Easy..." I sensed she was almost disappointed."There's another catch." Oh ok," expectantly."You have to have that new dildo of yours clamped inside of you. The whole time." Oh ... wow." A bit of a silence."And you have to chat with him. Sit down on his bed ... at least 10 minutes."Finally, she sent back, "Crap. Ok. I'll do it. I asked for. The thirdpenis began it's work. This one was larger than the other two, larger thanany Jessica had ever felt. It pushed it's way roughly into her being,thrusting and bulling towards her stojoh. Jessica felt waves of revulsionbegin to roil around her as the reality of her situation struck her. She hadbeen k**napped from her home, assaulted repeatedly in a car, and was beingdriven Gvd knows where. Her husband wouldn't even kVow about it until atleast tomorrow night when he called, and even then. ." The way you moaned and whispered it, it was hard to tell what you were really asking for.I know his technique suddenly improved - smoother strokes, tongue rubbing my head, bobbing in a teasing rhythm. My hand on your ass turned into a caress as I spoke, fingers moving under you to slip into your soaking, open puss."That's better, so much better... keep him in line, and I'll treat your pussy just like it needs..."When you groaned, I could feel my cock swell as he took it deeper than he ever. Liz guessed that he was in his mid-fifties, perhaps. His hair was grey but there was still plenty of it – he wore it long, pulled back into a pony tail. His skin had the tanned, weather beaten, look of someone that had spent much of their working life out-doors but the care with which he was dressed made him seem more like a banker than a ranch hand. He wore a well cut black suit over a white shirt buttoned to the collar and a black waistcoat with six silver and pearl buttons down the front..