"You wouldn't have anything on your breasts except paint, and that thing is even worse than being totally nude. It accents the model's breasts. That o...e tiny little 'optional' patch is the only difference from being totally naked."The women ignored him. Bobby clicked on the men's page. "Ohooo, look at the tomcat." Isn't he cute?" both women said in unison."The man's costume has an optional piece that glues on over his package," Bobby said, reading from the site."It glues on?" Art managed to get. I rose to my feet slowly; the man continued: "Sure has a great patina,doesn't it?" His grin was wide and friendly."It's beautiful..." I sighed, gently touching its door as a husband wouldhis wife."It's out of Pennsylvania, created for a Mr. Lincoln Chesterton, as a giftfor his young wife Claire on their wedding day, by Leonidas H. Sargent.The date on the bottom says, 'May, 1775.'"I stood there, drinking in the deep brown color of the cabinet. "May 24th,1775," I said in a voice barely above a. On theend of the cage was a red, heart-shaped tag that had the words, "PROPERTYOF MASTER CHUB." Her mouth formed a silent O as her body forced her torepeatedly accept and release the massive, fake cock into her tight,sissy ass. You could see the muscles of her tights strain from theworking her body was inflicting on itself. In front of her stood Prissy'scell phone supported by a small tripod as it broadcast every moment ofher defilement.Pansy automatically tried to close her legs to the. My cunt was so wet and I was bucking hard against his hand. He began to increase the pace and was soon fucking me with his middle finger. He then slid another finger in and I threw my head back and gasped. His thumb caressed my clit and I was the hottest that I had ever been in my life. “Are you OK?” he said. I knew that I must have looked like a fool going over the edge with him merely putting his hand up my skirt. I moved up to him and lay my head on his shoulder “I’m sorry. I guess I’ve.