. !”I stood up and walked over to the sofa and sat down next to her near Rambo’s head. He was laying across her lap and must have been quite heavy...but his hind legs were still on the sofa. Undoing my trousers she stared in anticipation.“Are you sure Angela... ?”“Yes ... Please I want to see it... !”Reaching in, I eased it out and held the base so it stuck up like a flag pole. It was the same length as Rambo’s but not as fat. Still holding Rambo’s she placed her hand on mine and gave it an. "At that, Norma sat bolt upright, tearing herself from her end ofthe double dildo and said, "You what . . . ?"For the next five minutes Bobby gave an uninterrupted monologue ofthe events he had witnessed, finishing with, " . . . but I neveractually saw anything. I hope you're not mad at me." No, my love, I'm not mad at you. I'm just sorry that you had tobe subjected to that sad little scene. That was something I wishI'd never instigated and that you'd never know about. I can'timagine how you. Removing your panties and bra you leave the stockings on as you climb onto the bed. Looking back at me you strike a pose on all fours smacking your ass. You smile at me and invite me over motioning seductively with one of your fingers. Stepping out of my clothes I come up behind you my right hand reaching to stroke your pussy. I massage it with my palm and my fingers making you gasp. Slipping my fingers inside I begin to work them in and out at first, before I keep them curled inside keeping. "I don't know if you brought her out of it or not, but I doubt that scream was because of you. She's been severely traumatized."Bob knew that only too well, but again, he withheld something—the information about how deep that trauma went."How long will that shot keep her under?" asked Bob."Normally, I'd say two or three hours," said the doctor. "With her, I have no idea." I'll come back," said Bob."Do you know this woman?" asked the doctor, his eyes curious."I feel like I should," said Bob,.