Biscuit was certainly willing enough, maybe too willing. He was jumping around and angling himself wildly in his attempt to copulate. His penis entere... my hand at the bottom of my grip, poking out between curled index finger and thumb, so slippery! Did I add too much lube? The trick was to align grip with anus just as Biscuit would thrust. Poke, poke, and then, success! I felt about an inch of the slippery eel slide up my butthole.Biscuit felt it too, felt my anus squeeze down and pop the penis. Bzzt.His body went rigid. His eyes widened into saucers. The colour drainedfrom his face. Any words he might have had prepared disappeared from hismind.Wave chuckled to herself. Oh, those collars were one of the best ideasshe'd had! At a glance they just looked like a stylish choker, but theyactually housed a small electrical component. Sure, it wasn't powerfulenough to cause any genuine pain to their wearers, she wasn't a monster.But at the first sign of resistance or aggressive behaviour, the. Sean, Vicky and Monica chatted comfortably. ‘Monica, a David stopped by to tell you that he couldn’t meet you after work. This was while you and Vicky were… sorry, what were you doing?’ he asked. Monica blushed, yet again. ‘Changing, Sean, just changing.’ ‘Uhunh. Not! Vicky let the cat out of the bag earlier with her ‘screaming Monica’ comment. Somebody was muff diving unless I miss my guess.’ Vicky spoke up. ‘There has to be a first time for everything, and I imagine Monica’s had several. You and Brad are two of a kind. I can expect the same behavior out of him. I spent most of his high school days cleaning up one mess or another for Brad. I'm hoping that he has grown out of that. I'm not as young as I once was, and I don't want to go smooth ruffled feathers everyday when my time could be better spent in the garden."Just then Brad walked in the back door. He was carrying an ice chest, a couple of towels, his trunks, and a tarp. The only thing appropriate for our trip to Big.