The evening involved another wonderful dinner. Pepin brought me filet mignon, a tiny but rich mushroom casserole, asparagus, and a lovely Cabernet. I ...gain had a flash of Karen but this time not in the throes of orgasm. This time I was reminded of the nasty weather she was likely enduring back home. I felt rather smug at first but then the empty chair across the table brought back the loneliness that now never seemed more than a moment away. Pepin did a good job of keeping my wineglass full. I told him I wanted more. I begged him to slap his dick on my face. He did not listen to me, he knew he was in charge, not me. He picked me up, and threw me on his bed. I was in doggie position, and he told me that daddy wants my ass. I could not do anything, nor did I want to do anything. I wanted his hard dick jammed up my ass. He lubed up his hard cock with my mouth and then grabbed my tiny ass and rammed his cock up in it. I screamed. It hurt so much. But at the same time, it was. 4. It makes me think of sex all the time. I can't do anything or go anywhere without being acutely aware of it stuffing my guts and splitting my asshole open. It makes me pay more attention to other men and their bulges and makes me wonder all the time how those bulges would feel in place of the plug. This makes me constantly wet and on edge, very useful if you are under orders to keep yourself aroused without actually cumming for a week or a month.5. It doubles the pleasure of fingering.. ” I told her. I slowly inserted one finger into my wife’s dripping snatch as she started to tell me. “I went to the gym around 11am and told Ashley I would be back in a couple of hours, except when I got to the gym I remembered that I forgot my yoga mat and went back to the house to go get it. When I got home I went to our room to get it but when I was coming down the hall I heard moans coming from Ashley’s room. I froze, I thought that maybe that boy Bobby had come over and they were fucking,.