I started to talk with Rikki more, started to tell her the things that made me feel guilty. I sent her darker and darker content, confessing to her wh...le she’d rub my feet and call me “Sir” and tell me her own thoughts. We played light games, where I tied her to the bed with long coils of rope and taunted her. We started getting more and more toys. A riding crop, a pussy pump, a hard paddle. You know, the baby mode stuff. We were actually pretty vanilla in the beginning but in hindsight I think. He hesitated then started working on me again, but made no move toward fingering my ass. "Mike, c'mon, please. Put your finger in my ass. You know it felt good when I did it to you." He hesitated again, then stopped sucking me as he took his index finger, stuck it in his mouth to get it wet, then slowly inserted into my rectum. "Uunnnhh, oh God that feels good Mike." He started slowly fucking my ass with his finger as he returned to blowing me. It wasn't long before I was getting ready to come.. He was 39 years old.Bob Blobluto aimed the spit valve at the end of the slide of his Salvation Army BB flat contrabass trombone at the “Hills Brothers” coffee can on the floor, depressed the spit valve and blew into the instrument. A stream of spit splished into the nearly full coffee can.Bob Blobluto knew he should call Richard Widemouth and tell him the can was full. Bob Blobluto figured he would jack off soon. He marveled at the design of the spit valve on his Salvation Army BB flat. Rolling over onto my tummy, kneeling with my willing ass in the air, I proceed to lick the larger plug, teasing it like a cock, wishing it were your cock to feed me..I reach back and start to slowly fuck my ass with the smaller plug.. I wonder if I'll ever have a chance to please two people at once, to have both ends stuffed and serving? The thought fills my imagination for a while, a daydream of being blindfolded and bound, being told to open up to be used for sucking and having a strange cock.