“That looks like it could have some interesting possibilities.”You were pointing at the wireless remote clitoral vibrator. Shaped somewhat like a ...utterfly it appeared that it would sit inside me while wrapping around and nestling its wings and “feelers” against the outside of my mound. It boasted it had a range of 100 ft. I had to admit, it piqued my interest.“Aren’t we supposed to find things to use IN the bedroom?” I asked, laughingly. “Clearly that is meant for outside the bedroom. Where. Her furrow was soaking wet and my cock penetrated her right up to the hilt. ‘Oh Jesus Bill that’s it … oh god yes fuck me … fuck my cunt Bill … spank me’. Releasing one hand I soundly smacked the bare flesh of her arse as I continued to pound her soppy recess. She yelped and came loudly but pleaded for more. ‘Oh fuck Bill you dirty bastard don’t stop I’m cumming again … cum with me … spunk me … spunk my cunt.’ Her filthy language and lusty moaning drove me on and I could feel the sap stirring. Normal rules say that a model has to put on her robe during breaks, but as we were setting up, Lissa just stood there looking at us. I guess I was looking at her, too.“Why don’t you two do your sketches at my place?” she asked. “There’s really no reason for us to stay here any longer, is there?” Melody nodded and we grabbed our easels and equipment while Lissa dressed. “My car is at the loading dock,” Lissa said. “They gave me a special permit for the day.” When we got downstairs, the car was. Her other hand found its way up to her breasts, massaging her nipples through the fabric. Her own dance was totally forgotten now, she was lost in watching the goddess in the mirror as she swiveled her hips in an erotic motion that inspired Mary to new heights of arousal. Every movement just turned Mary on more, and if there was a moment where she tried to figure out just how any of this could be happening, the tiny dance of her own fingers on her clit burned the thoughts away. The surges of.