The plastic fiber goes in even deeper this time while he bends his penis gently forward. There must be eight inches down his urethra now. Only an inch...is sticking out now and he gently taps on the end with his finger. He must have reached a final destination somewhere. His posture is tense and his eyes express utter excitement. I try to imagine the extent of the sensation inside his cock as the smooth surface slides through his tight little channel. Entering the bladder. Poking inside the. He dropped his towel on the floor. “Sit in the armchair.” He said. I did as instructed. “Now. Dry me.”“Wha….?”“Dry me.” He repeated. “Your curiosity is written all over your face. All those questions. What does it feel like? Does it hurt? So dry me. Touch it. Feel it. Get your answers. Then I will do the same for you.”As I was sitting in the armchair his cock was right in front of my face. It was throbbing and seemed to be growing. I looked into his face, he was smiling, relaxed. Then slowly I. ” I saw the glint of his knife as he flipped it open and I shut my mouth, silently praying Graham would realize something was wrong and come looking for me. On this night I was only wearing a tank top and a pair of daisy dukes, my usual fishing apparel, and Luke took advantage of this. He cut through the crotch of my shorts and began rubbing my virgin cunt in a painful way. He’d only tried to kiss me before so feeling this made me feel degraded and humiliated. I could feel his hard-on pushing. ‘That was a lot of cum!’ ‘Yeah, sorry,’ I returned only to have my apology brushed off. ‘No, no. I loved it!’ she said before licking the cum from her finger. ‘Tastes pretty good too. Well, for cum anyway.’ I gave a laugh and reached for my underwear, suddenly feeling very exposed. ‘Well,’ Sonya said, hopping to her feet. ‘I think I need a shower. Just make yourself at home, but don’t you dare sneak out. I have more plans for you.’ ‘I wouldn’t dream of it,’ I responded, sliding my underwear.