He lifted one leg uponto the chair and bending forward felt with the end of the plugfor his arsehole. He felt the cold and slippery end slide betweenh...s bum cheeks and nestle there. Ready for entry.He couldn't .... just couldn't bring himself to do it. Ten minuteshad passed. Another ten to go.And if he didn't? Then at very least the 'surgical intervention'with which Grace de Messembry had threatened him. And beyond thatthere lurked the shadowy unnameable fear of Rehabilitation. Andlosing. I watched as my bottom pulled the fabric tight in just the right places, admiring how sexy I looked. I was proud of my butt, always had been. The squats and lunges that benefited my athletic career also helping sculpt a feminine backside. My phone buzz and I looked to see who had text me.“Enjoying your new clothes?” displayed on my screen.. I almost dropped my phone as I saw it was my neighbor Nick. My mind raced back to the note left in the box, was it Nick that wrote that?! I looked like the. I pushed his head back to my pussy which he licked and licked for minutes. Slowly he inserted a finger in my hole and his finger went deep. He moved it in and out a few times. Soon, he raised the number by one. After finger fucking my pussy for 5 minutes he pulled out his fingers, sucked his fingers and placed the tip of his dripping cock at the gate of my hole.“Condom?” I asked him.“I will be careful, love” he replied.He pushed his cock in my wet pink pussy to the last inch and I screeched. I. The pavilion tent, meant to house Jahn and his two fiancées, was more than spacious enough, and the blonde had already set up shop, piling sleeping blankets in the center of the space, with a folding chair on either side, and a single lantern to light the room. A cozy atmosphere, for whatever that was worth. With the zip-windows closed, the room was dark enough that he and Greg didn’t have to look at each other, and that was an incredible relief. Can’t imagine having to look the guy in the eye.