I unbuttoned my pants, just enough so she could grab my hard cock.“That feels awesome Ylena,” I whisper to her.I continued my play of her very wet...pussy. I ran my middle finger up and down her wet slit very slowly. She was moaning louder and her breathing was becoming shallower.“Do you know what you’re doing to me,” she asks incoherently.“YES!!” I respond. “Enjoy it!!.”After a few minutes of teasing her, I found her clit and trapped it between my index finger and middle finger. I began making. What the fuck are you even saying right now."I don't care what color the walls are. Did you know my pubic hairs are blonde just like the hairs on my head?" I scream, maybe a little too loudly. "They're not brown like everyone else's?" You ask like an insensitive prick."No. They're blonde. And I'm special." I say. But then I add, "But sometimes I dye them brown so I can be like everyone else." I hang my head in shame. To you that looks like I'm just trying to look into your eyes. You jump at the. As always she imagined herself in that position. Tightly restrained, no way out, trying to get herself prepared for intense erotic pain.June cried out only slightly as Robert slid a needle into each fleshy outer lip. The space between the two needles of course, across June’s pussy was only an inch or so, and just as clearly, the needles were placed so that her still hooded clitoris was between them.With all of the leads attached and plugged into the box, Robert explained the box was versatile. The statue was of a beautiful woman; at least that was what I thought. She was slender, shapely, and scantily clad. The eyes were very dark and contained very little detail, compared to the rest of the carving. There were small slits on each side of the neck. On the side of her ankles were what I assumed to be fins. On the bottom of the carving was the word, "Nymph".The statue was very well done and it got my mind to thinking. It looked very much like the woman that had been in my boat. I.