Even the EZ-Glide? and Fibre-Floss? had seemed like exciting, sexy fun, rather than just the mandatory preparation of a girl who had chosen to be roas...ed on a spit, rather than meet, for her, a less desirable fate.It could only be seconds away. She had come to surrender her meat. She knew it now. Her cunt was open for the spit, her helplessly quivering lips offering a discrete passage into her soft core. There were people, couples and even children on the bleachers, watching curiously to see a. I don't know what else to do so i speak "Travis please". I sound more like i want him to fuck me than help me. He come close to me and places his hands on my thigh. His rough hands against my thighs make me cum hard as i moan, my eyes rolling back. After a while i look up embaressed to see him staring at me with pure lust. He opens the machine latch without breaking eye contact and drop it beside the bed. The plastic cock continues to pound into thin air. I expect him to move and open my legs. She had long since abandoned it, knowing it was not going to release her. whatever her fate was, it was now sealed, and very soon, she would know just what the machine was capable of giving, and she would know just what she was capable of taking. If she could, in fact, take it at all.Her pussy was already red raw, there being no lubricant on the dildo, and she had not provided much, and for a while, none at all. The machine had not turned her on, perhaps because it was not working to Jenny’s. Dalia felt the coolness on her skin. Uncertain what raised the tiny goosebumps.Susan stopped, turning to face her. Her tongue slowly moving over parched lips. A tiny whimper escaped Dalia's throat as Susan stepped slightly closer. Her fingers remained in Susan's, unwilling to break the contact.Dalia felt Susan's fingers close over the buttons of her top, fumbling, yet certain, slowly releasing, one after the other, the ivory white skin slowly coming into view.Susan's fingers brushed the tops of.