We both agreed on someone who was mature with a bit of meat on them.In the end we decided on a really nice Asian guy who seemed to fit the bill perfec...ly. He was married, 56 years old, stocky build, dom with a nice 8 inch cock. We decided to take a chance and just meet up straight away at our motel. He was everything we both wanted from the meeting. He took charge from the outset, was comfortable putting me down and humiliating me and took the lead with Sally treating her like a sex hungry. A cold refreshing shower offered some relieve to the arousal, but theplug worked hard to keep her arousal topped up. The biggest relieve wasto Marcy's caged cock however. The cold water once again made it shrinkrelieving the built-up painful pressure of the too small cage. Whilewashing Marcy had looked at it for the first time and had been shocked byjust how small the new pink cage looked, no wonder it hurt, it looked wayto small to possibly fit even her flaccid cock. She forgot that the. She was ready. With a shaking hand, he quickly undid the fly of his jeans, pushed them down just far enough to free his cock. He positioned the blunt head of his cock at her entrance and paused, tore his mouth from hers. His breath sawed in and out of his lungs and he took just a second to calm himself down, fought to subdue the beast that raged inside him. Mindless with want as he was, he was far beyond being able to be gentle with her at this point. He craved her, needed to feel her wrapped,. Still no answer. Suddenly she heard the sound of water splashing onto the tiles of the pool. She looked down and saw the water spreading over the floor. What was going on? Again she yelled for Scott. Still no answer. She looked around in the room while she felt the water slowly rise up her legs. The water just kept rising. She looked at the edge of the pool. She couldn't see the floor of the room. That meant her head was under the edge of the pool. If the water kept rising, she would.