Next to the weight readout was a shelf and pen where she knew that they would place her credit card receipt to be signed. There were pads on the scale...where she would kneel, and a bar over which she would bend. Another bar would support her upper torso just above her breasts. There were straps at key places, ankles, knees, lower back and upper back.“I guess that’s all to keep me from moving around too much during the treatment,” said Melody to herself.Beside the scale was a small tray table. She saw a woman in next door's garden, who she didn't recognise. “She must be his new neighbour.” she thought.She was a small and buxom, dressed in dark trousers and green top. Probably in her mid 50's, Jan guessed. She heard Ted coming downstairs, and she sat down in the armchair by the window. He walked in, and she motioned towards the settee. He sat down, facing her.“You're going to have to remember what I have said. I don't want to be going to all that trouble each time to remind you, but. None of the Indian waiters were much more than average between their legs. Georgy had received quantity making her feel cheep, dirty and used. She now needed the length and girth of Rosie’s cock to punish her filthy cunt. With a powerful thrust he sheathed his cock in her sloppy hole making her gasp. Pulling out he smashed back into her. Georgy’s hole was deliciously tight on his cock and awash with sexual fluids. Rosie continued to power fuck her as she moaned and groaned beneath him rapidly. The golden stream spurted. I was fascinated. The flow dwindled to drip, then stopped. "I don't have anything to wipe with." I got paper towels in the truck. Or..." and I stuck out my tongue.Giggle. "I usually wipe myself before you eat me." I know," I said. "you're very clean. But pee's not what makes a woman smell nasty."And she was astraddle me, her pussy at my face. And I licked her clean. When I finished, she dropped to her knees and kissed me, hard, wet, her lips and tongue bathing my face.