Ellie’s breathing got heavier, and she began to feel warm. Not like the hot flashes from earlier, but a comforting warmth radiating from her... Her ...yes began to widen as she fully registered what exactly was wrong with this situation. But before she could fully snap out of her daze, Grace nodded her head towards the fork, instructing Ellie to eat. Ellie did, and the flavors were phenomenal.She’d forgotten that the whole purpose of this little exercise was for her to sample Grace’s cooking. She. If successful, you will earn a chance to come.? The cuke is long and intimidatingly thick, with a girth so massive that Delilah’s beautiful little hands can barely encircle it. She hands it off to me along with a can of Crisco, presumably for lube. I ask anyway, just to make sure.?Mistress, may I use the Crisco as lube for the cucumber?,? I politely inquire. ?Of course, stupid. What did you think it was for, to bake a batch of cookies?? Chortling, she reclines in a kitchen chair, her ?front-row. The next morning and every one till today she calls me to talk about three times a week she comes during the day and fucks me silly her strap-on is ten inches long and as big around as my wrist and OMG does she know how to use it, I've done things with her I would never do with Tom. She takes me out about twice a month I wear short dress no bra or panties and twice now she has bent me naked cover her car and fucked me hard in the bar parking lot and once in the dressing room at the mall dress. He put his arm around me, hugged, and asked again, “What’s the matter, Bunny? What’s upset you so much? I’ve never seen you like this.” For a second I thought about telling him, but I knew what Salt was like, he would have killed his son. Salt loved me like a daughter and I knew it. Salt, even though fifty one tears old, was strong, muscular and stood six foot four inches. My husband did not take after Salt in stature; only his facial good looks had been passed on. I said nothing to Salt but I.