Whatever the memory, what always follows is a stiffening of my penis (and after meeting Omar in the flesh, and having seen him fucking Mara with such ...asterful dominance, I can no longer use the term 'cock' to describe myself as having; so the word 'penis' seems the most fitting and most appropriate one to use).But don't think that in adopting the word 'penis', instead of 'cock' to describe myself as having, that I do so out of some sort of feeling of resentment. I do not feel resentful. Over. It felt exactly, I thought, like the skin on my own penis. I so much wanted to delve further inside. With my right index finger in a hooked up attitude, I proceeded to slowly part her little pussy lips, and to my immediate amazement, she was soaked. It was though she was lubricated with bike chain oil. With that I almost lost it. How I managed to not cream my pants, I do not know. With my index finger, I probed all inside her. Around her vagina, flicking her little clitoris, feeling up. As your nipples become hard, the women stop and re-attach the nipple clips to them. The finger in your ass is withdrawn and replaced by a small vibrating butt plug. The woman between your legs stops and moves aside. A man takes her place and immediately begins pumping into you. Despite your bonds, your body strains upward as you try for the deepest penetration possible. The man comes, pumping his semen deep into your body. He withdraws and another takes his place. This one is slightly larger. I closed my eyes and enjoyed having my pussy eaten. I felt his finger go into my hole, and he fingered me for a while. I guess he did this to wet his finger, because moments later that same finger was pressing at my asshole. It slid in and he slowly finger fucked my asshole, making it lose for what was about to go in there.He got up and lifted my legs, he pulled me closer and my legs were rested against him. He put his cock in my pussy, made it wet, then pressed it slowly on my asshole until.