"Thanks Jason! ... No. That's exactly what they want. The more like a boy I am the happier they are. Their biggest disappointment is that I'm not one ...or real, but why should I care what they think." But what about other people? Those who aren't customers?" It doesn't bother me what they think either! But actually, - and I'm sure I shouldn't be saying this, but I know you're great chums with Binta, - I actually rather like it. Girls often think I'm a boy and it makes it much easier for me to. ‘But, we’ve still got to think of something.’ She was still holding my cock and moving it about and though it hadn’t long been used, it started to thicken and rise at her manipulations of it. ‘God look at it!’ and she gave it a waggle again. ‘The bloody thing’s got a mind of its own.’ ‘I know. That’s part of my problem!’ I protested. ‘But the one I’m more concerned about at the moment is the fact that I’ve got three pregnant women on my hands. What do I do?’ ‘Let me think,’ she said as she. With deliberate slowness, I moved the finger toward her centre, feeling her delicate folds slide by. She gasped when she felt my touch, and again when my finger began to separate those folds, and come close to her clit.Her flesh was hot, but also surprisingly wet, so it seemed that she wasn't completely put off by the things I wanted her to do. I moved the tip of my finger slowly toward her clit, spreading her labia on the way, collecting her lubricating moisture on my finger. She gasped again,. A dripping wet bush. I watched out of the corner of my eyes as Jessie put Maybel into a similar contraption, and reached beneath her slip to massage her. A blindfold and plug that looked too big to fit her mouth were added and secured. The next maneuver was weird. Jessie lay her, face down, with her feet by my head. Then she lifted the bar, moved some cushions, and pulled Maybel's feet under the bar to my shoulders. She then motioned me to be quiet, and slowly removed my gag. I saw it.