Then, I felt the tip of that cucumber at the entrance of my little rosebud. She pushed and some of it went inside me and I clenched my ass together. I...didn’t want it in me and my reflexes tried to stop the intruder. But she slapped my ass and told me to relax.She kept pushing and my ass was getting full. It felt like I had to shit, but she didn’t stop. She just pushed it deeper into me. It was a long cucumber and I felt it deep inside me. Then, suddenly I felt her fingers at my hole and my ass. I opened and there he was. After a welcome kiss and a glass of wine he asked me to dance (music was playing from the very start). While dancing he gently kissed me on the neck while his hand was exploring my back making me feel really turned on. We lied to bed and he was kissing all of my body. I was moaning and begging him to take his clothes off so that i could give him a blow job. He did and immediately i took it all in my mouth, it was an average size cock but to my eyes after all those. Neither of us had any way of covering ourselves with our hands cuffed behind our backs, and all either of us wore on our lower halves were skimpy underwear and bare legs. It was so humiliating, but it hurt me even more to think of Emily being mistreated in this way. And the numbing terror that overwhelmed both of us concerning our impending fate made me feel sick. I met eyes with her several times during that slow, bumpy trip down to the end of the street. Her face was sad, eyes downcast,. “What if it’s a girl?” J.J. asks. “We haven’t really thought about that…I’m getting, like, such strong vibes that it’s going to be a boy…just the way you and Aaron take me there!” the hippie replies. “Oh, and Milo says hi! To you and Aaron! He’s living on a commune now, in Nicaragua. He’s going to, like, stay there at least until next spring…” the hippie continues, giving the stud an update on the whereabouts of her peripatetic husband. “Milo is such an awesome dude…you know we can’t let him.