She again grabbed the door so I could get through. I said you might as well have a peek at our play room while you’re here. She was a little hesitan... but followed anyway. I asked her to get the last door and we entered the play cave. It’s painted dark, and we have a variety of things there, from some light B&D items, large LCD T.V a bed, swing, chairs and a small couch. Holy smokes, I can’t believe this. Good thing it’s in the basement the noise probably gets a bit much LOL. At times, yes. I. I got some lube from the nightstand and made his pole super slippery. I took my left hand and placed it firmly around the base of his manhood and pressed the palm down as hard as I could. Then, I began to stroke his cock as hard and as fast as I was able. He began to whisper all kinds of encouragement to me. He told me how good it felt and how much he loved me. I responded that if he loved me, he would cum for me. He said he did love me with all his heart and he would cum for me. I told him. The cool morning breeze wafts across my now exposed clit. I feel Jim’s hands on my body, and then the ice cold smooth glass G-spot dildo being slipped into my pussy. I try desperately to arch my back, to seek more of the icy smoothness, but it was useless. All my struggles got me were the clamps on my nipples tightened just a touch.My pussy was throbbing around the now warm dildo, and I needed some attention paid to my clitoris. I squirmed on the bed, and before I knew it I felt another clamp. Most importantly, they’re lonely.Not to make it sound as if I’m exploiting that loneliness, but I do sometimes find myself benefitting from their quiet desperation for companionship. If it matters I’ve been on the flip side of that coin. Work sometimes sends me out of town for extended periods, and unless I hook up with somebody in a local chatroom, my nights are spent eating meals by myself at nearby restaurants, watching the occasional movie and hanging out in my hotel, maybe for a drink at.