I start moving my hips, in and out of you, and you arch your back is response; my fingers grab your hair, tangling in it, pulling your head back. Fuck...ng you feels so good. The strapon is stimulating all the right spots for me as I piston in and out of you, my grip in your hair helping me to move faster and harder. Your grunts, moans and yelps stimulating me even more- I love hearing my slut boy get fucked. I reach around you and wrap my fingers around your rock hard, leaking cock. "Oh fuck!". Listen to him chatting like he hasn't a a care in the world while his PA kneels naked and quaking below him. Waiting in agonizing anticipation for his abuse. I touch the wood where his hip rests. My hands shake uncontrollably. I've seen him take what he wants. I've hidden on the catwalk, watching him fuck super-models through a 300mm lens. Now I've felt him bend me over his desk and fuck me. I don't want to marry him and go to his kids fucking PTA meetings. Why would I want that?I want to. That’s what it wouldbe if you measured by inches. I get bras custom madehere in town now and the seamstress say cupmeasurements don’t really matter when you get to bethis size.”“Can you, I mean would you, I’ve never imagined…”Hillary was almost stuttering in her eagerness. “I’dlike to see what your bra looks like.”Candy turned to Ms. Le Faye. “Is it all right? I’d liketo show Hillary if you don’t mind?”At Ms. Le. Happy pussy, happy girl; happy girl, happy guy! I knew I didn't want her to go looking for other cocks to keep her satisfied, so I decided to get her a fake one - one that I wouldn't have to compete with and wonder what else she might be bringing home with her! Well one dildo led to another and yet another - all in a futile attempt to keep that insatiable pussy fed. Now, after being introduced to what she felt must be the ultimate in ladies playthings, nothing else seemed to fit the bill. That.