" He trailed off, lost in some inner thoughts.Joanna did some thinking too. She loved George and always had. Not in a sexual way, or indeed in any way...that could threaten her marriage to Dave, but like an older brother perhaps. She wanted him to be happy. She knew George's daughters had been urging him to date; Helen had been dead for nearly 10 months now and given the nature of the disease that killed her, there could have been no sex for at least twice that time if not longer.But he hadn't. Her breathing changed again and she started slurping and grunting on it. “You know what else your mom likes?” I asked. She made a 'huh' sound but kept the baby maker in her mouth lovingly suckling on it. I pulled away long enough to grab her ankles with one hand and lift her legs in the air like when I used to change her diapers. Her hand still jerking on my shaft as I moved the slick vibrating toy between her ass cheeks and buzzed her asshole.“Oh Daddy!” she exclaimed, “That's dirty too.... " Suddenly,MISTRESS C picks up a short cattle probe, lubricates the shaft and squats itbetween my widely spread thighs, grinning fiendishly as she slowly pushes itagainst my anal orifice. Then with a chuckle she presses the button on thehandle of the probe, my whole body explodes with pain and lurches forwardagainst the bonds but the chains hold me securely. My horrible screamsreverberate from the walls at almost a deafening level. "I am aslave and slut not only for females but should be. Anyway, during the reception, I found myself dancing with one of the bride’s sisters, who was very…enthusiastic, let’s put it like that. Especially her hands, which were definitely rubbing against things they shouldn’t. Trying to pull away, and ignoring that sly look in her eyes, my eyes caught Jeanne, who was trying hard not to laugh at my discomfort. And yet, she seemed slightly bothered about it as well. Managing to pull away, I sat down next to Jeanne, ignoring her jibes. Throughout the.