"No, I mean watch me as I tell him about you fucking me." You don't mean that … you said watch. Was he somewhere watching that night we were togethe... up in your bed? Did he have a camera there?"Deborah realised that she had said too much, she couldn't think quickly enough to talk her way out of her revelation. "I'm sorry, Martin … John insisted. I just went along with it because that was the only way he would let me have you." What was it, a camera or was he watching us through the door?" He. She had a decent pair of boobs as well, just the right amount to be squeezed comfortably with both hands, probably a 34. Her curly hair and dimpled smile had knocked me off completely and for a split moment, I started visually fantasizing of fucking her and crushing her boobs with my both hands. She came back shortly saying she can lessen the price by 500rs but nothing beyond that as the table was in excellent condition. I agreed and said I will let them know by the next week as I had to see. Subconsciously my brain was telling me I wanted it...I think. I got out my car and walked towards the toilet. As I got in, one of the cubicles was busy while the other was free. I almost ran inside and locked the door. I was shaking like a leaf and was holding the door closed..as if the lock wouldn't hold it. I sat down on the toilet seat thinking about just going home when suddenly I noticed a hole where I could look through to the other cubicle. I must have let out a gasp and just at the. The vase fitted so perfectly against my cunt and I was getting even wetter with excitement. He suddenly placed the vase at the opening of my soaking wet cunt. Seconds later he pushed the vase inside me...one inch, two inches, three...until the entire eight inch crystal thing fitted into my pussy… He first pulled it out slowly, to shove it hard back inside me.I squealed, moaning and begging for more. He then reached around to rub my clit with his fingers and the feeling was more than I could.