Toilets, Tuesday 11am, wear shorts & a T-shirt, nothing else.I smiled, I had just the pair. Navy blue Adidas running shorts with a slit up each side r...ght to the waistband. They were a relic of the 70's when shorts were short. The elastic was loose, they would fall to the floor at the slightest touch.Roll on Tuesday---------------------I'm grateful to everyone who takes the time and trouble to leave a message as it's a big boost, like a submissive receiving a message from a Dom that he is to. “Sorry, but this is the closest you will get to having my dick inside you, girls,” I told them. “It seems that you all have one. They are copies made from the mold used to make my long rubbers. At least you can pretend it is me as you fuck yourself with it, or a sister does it for you.”After getting me hard to verify it was indeed made from my dick, they all got sweet and cuddly in the tub.What is the harm in making them each cum when sitting on the towel over my lap as I work my fingers. ‘Oh, Ryan I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m a married woman.’‘If he cared about you he’d be here instead of me.’As the evening and the drinking went on Samantha became less stable on her feet. After one too many stumbles she hugged Ryan and kissed his cheek.‘I think it’s time for bed.’He put his arm around her waist and held her close as he walked her down the gangway to the cabin. He turned her and sat her on the bed. She put both hands behind his head.‘My hero.’ she said as she pulled his head. .. but a horse?"Flipping her hand in an impatient gesture, she answered, "Not really but there are times when my imagery takes over. Like, the sexual power of a horse's cock comes to mind, you know?" You mean like me slipping it into the ass of that waitress? The one with the beautiful butt?"Perhaps because Jean knew that I'd never "slipped" it into anything, save my hand, she gave me a puzzled frown. She replied, "I guess so... something like that... not real, but sexy and powerful. Like, I.