And when penetration was allowed I had to work very hard, she wound grasp me, spreading her legs, or wrapping them around me, arching her back so more...of my cock would enter her. Frustratingly, for her, I would climax as she was starting to feel something. Then it would be weeks of wanking together, like girlfriends, not lovers. At one point she had introduced me to the joys of having my prostate massaged. She would frig me, and I would jerk my cock, either on my back or on my front, which. "Good," I said to Triss. "Fuck the dirty ass cunt of my slave whore. The little bitch needs it bad." Martina moaned and trembled. I felt her vagina twitch and tighten and knew she couldn't hold back much longer. I motioned Triss to pull back, and she sank to the floor, still making sure to service the stranger's cock in her mouth. My fingers wandered from her pussy to her ass and I fucked her where my man had just pounded her. She yelled and shook. The cock from the other stall pulsed and. Insert the hose in you anus." Amy trembled, fearand frustration, but, slowly, she assumed theposition straddling the toilet and inserted the hose,having to work at pushing it through the puckeredopening. Britney worked the water pump, just afew strokes. Then Amy was made to squat over thetoilet and expel the contents of her rectum, lumpybrown water which looked like beef stew.The chairwoman handed Amy a soap suppository. "Insert this and insert the hose again." Amy lookeddesperately around. “Toby?” said the elegant looking young woman dressed in a form fitting purple knit dress and crystal beads with matching earrings. Her lithe, feminine form captured his eyes as he scanned her hourglass shaped body ... dark hose and four-inch heels which matched the fabric her dress. She had short, stylishly cut brunette hair, blue eyes, and a red lip sticked cupid’s bow mouth. With an unsure nervous smile her face was hauntingly familiar. “You ARE Toby Wakefield, aren’t you?”It was as if what.