After a few times trying to gain access, I finally pushed my way slowly but firmly and felt my cock slide past her golden gate. This made her gasp, an... I attempted no further until she had relaxed a little. Her tiny pussy muscles were going wild at this moment, as they were clamping and gripping my heard older cock, so I adjusted myself and pushed my cock deeper into her, about another inch or so.Every time I went to push a little further she began to cry, so I had to be content with easing. Mistress Crystal was dressed a a black corset and thigh high boots as she knew this got Gimp hot and bothered and made it easy to control and tease him.Ferrari was casually dressed in jeans and a loose fitting cotton t-shirt and while being casually dressed, had a charm about her.General sexual banter travelled back and forth between the two of them while Gimp was forced to listen.Gimp could feel himself growing hard, yet was restrained by the chastity device that Mistress Crystal had. And I would remember her last act was to kneel before me, for my blessing, before she slipped silently out the door of wind fallen timbers. Even satyrs may cry now and then.After that loss I did not lack for Oreads and Oceanids to tend to. They often harmed themselves in their battles over mates on the mountainside glens or the waters where they swam. I would mend them, and give them my large phallus, and they would go forth seeking to win once again.Often in my memory lives a Leimakid of this. She then took a wash cloth and cleaned my face of any leftover shaving cream. Then, she grabbed a hot towel and applied it to my face. I was in hog heaven. "You face is all done. It's time for the rest of you." She smiled at me again and winked. Her smile lit up a room. Any resistance that I could have mustered melted the second I focused on her smile. Her lips were full and just invited you to kiss and suck them. Her smile was infectious and I felt myself smiling back for no apparent.