Moderate in size in length, she pushes is easily into you in one motion. You grunt at the sudden fullness, clenching around it and then moaning as it ...rinds against your cervix. It feels very real, the firm core under a softer, more skin-like layer. She starts to move it in and out, as before getting you started before simply holding to toy to watch you fuck yourself on it. You feel like such a slut humping a dildo in your kitchen like this as she watches, but, you have to admit, the feeling is. Now, get dressed and then we'll head back to our office.”Becky really did smile then, watching as she stepped away to give her some privacy. Secretly, Becky wished she hadn’t. She didn't mind if Sue saw her naked; plus, if she was going to be truly honest with herself, she wanted to see Sue naked, too. Heat rose in Becky's cheeks as she quickly pulled on her spare tracksuit (and if her brain provided her with a mental image of one very wet and soapy Sue Simpson, well, no one needed ever. Sarah waited for anything else from him, and when nothing came, she simply shrugged and walked off with with a simple "Later," over her shoulder. Joey could see the disappointment in her eyes as she took one final glance at him and Lynne. Her violet eyes locked on his for a moment, betraying a deep pain."Oh, get a room, you two," she muttered as she strode off.Lynne's focus returned to Joey. She sighed and squeezed her arms around his neck and swayed her body against his. "You know, it would. He did not seem to be weakening in his belief that his country was better off retaining its own traditions."You see, we already have a strong democratic tradition here in Kobekistan," he claimed."What do you mean, democratic?" Sharon demanded with a sinking feeling that she was walking into a trap."Unlike some other heads of state who shall be nameless, I do not move about my country in what is virtually a tank disguised as a motor car, and surrounded by dozens of so-called Secret Service.