She considered tomato ketchup, but no, if she was to destroy The Knife in order to get the ultimate pics of it thrust into her belly it would need to ...e real blood. The butchers? No, what would she say she wanted it for, making black pudding wasn't blood used for that? Too much chance of being asked questions she would be embarrassed to answer, anyway The Knife deserved a real victim before she ruined it forever. Then she remembered the pet rabbit the couple two doors up kept which was always. But then he moved in and tried to kiss me, causing me to instantly draw back"What?" He asked."It's...." I stammered. "I'm just not into kissing, really. Just not - I'm sorry." I was suddenly worried I'd just killed the whole mood, maybe ruined the entire night's plans....but then he just grinned and squeezed my ass with his right hand."No worries," he smiled. "I'm sure we can do PLENTY of better things..."And with that, it was on, again. As I took a long drag from my cigarette and breathed a. While talking to her I offered her to shift to the rear seat for a relaxed discussion? She immediately went to the rear seat and called me there. I also went to the back seat and continued our talking while talking to her I occasionally placed my hand on her hands and her thighs. She did not bother and seems to enjoy it but I was still hesitant to move further. I hope then, she got my point, held my hand and kissed it then she placed my hand on her boobs. I was surprised by her moves. I was. ......a butt plug !!! He had obviously come well prepared and it was at this point that I realised it was no accident him being there. He had been secretly stalking me and realised that this dinner was his big opportunity, so he had booked the next table to mine and brought some of his mates along as well. I felt the plug touch my asshole and then felt it slowly slide it into my waiting receptive asshole until it is all the way in. He now concentrated on my cunt and soon reach into his pocket.