That was 40 minutes ago I was getting impatient. The receptionist came out of Mr Goldsmith's office doing up the top buttons of her blouse as she said...I could go in. A droplet of white liquid dribbled out the side of her mouth and down her chin. Mr Goldsmith was on his cell phone talking to a real estate agent, I think, about buying property in our street. He indicated I should go through the door at the back of the office. I walked through the door to see a lounge suite a Californian king size. The cool breeze did nothing to help calm down my nerves and Mico’s piercing stare was adding to my increasing heart rate.“So…are you telling me…you’re…gay?”“…Yes…”“Well…wow…I wasn’t expecting that. I just want you to know, I have nothing against gays, alright? It’s cool.”“Thanks…I was bracing myself just in case you were gonna punch me or something.”“And why would I do that?”“Because…because the guy…”“The guy, what?”“The guy I’ve fallen for is you, Mico…”Mico’s expression suddenly changed to. ’ ‘You did not call me. Why not?’ asked Bruno. ‘I do not call you. You call me.’ ‘I am missing you,’ Bruno told her, ‘I am looking forward to taking your cherry.’ ‘There is another who is interest also,’ Blen told him with satisfaction. ‘Do not worry, I have deep pockets. You will be mine. Are you being a good girl?’ Blen, who was for one day only being a good girl, growled. ‘Why do you like me to be good, you like a whore?’ ‘I want you for my own private whore, for my pleasure alone. I spend. As I felt my self relax, I then put the second, a third, and finally with some gently persuasion had four fingers in my tight butt. I lay there for about ten minutes with my fingers inserted, then slowly pulled them free. At that point I felt like I had to take a dump, but that sensation quickly went away. Next was one of the smaller candles that were just a tad bigger around than my four fingers, but a lot longer, which I could feel when I massaged my dripping cunt. One by one I used each item.