"Dorothy banged on the metal. "So?" It's empty. The tinsmith didn't give me a heart." So what does that mean?" Dorothy asked."It means that I have sex...for pleasure, not for love." That's typical," Dorothy sighed, shrugging. "But then, I do, too." Then you've come to the right place," the Tin Man grinned. "Take a look at this!"He opened the small door in his groin, and out slid a shiny tube, studded with rivets.Dorothy stared. "How come that's not rusty?" Stainless steel," the Tin Man grinned.. My husband told him that I do Cam shows and that I think differently about that sort of thing. His brother was like that is cool its OK. I asked him if he had ever seen the tattoo I got for Shane and he said no. So I pulled up my shirt and showed him my tattoo right above my pussy that reads 'Property of Shane'. He said 'that is heels cool' and laughed a little. I started playing with myself more and grabbed my husband's cock. I started sucking him and asked my husband to trade places with me.. In the faint light illuminating the room, Mat can see that Abby really wants this. He won’t admit it to anyone on earth, but he’s been wanting the same thing ever since that night he watched her have her first orgasm. He hoped he could let it go, that they would both move on, but every time he jacks off now, it’s his daughter he thinks of. The smell of her pussy on his pillow is gone now, and he would love to catch her sweet scent again, maybe even taste it…Abandoning his internal battle of. Yes, that tail is exactly what you think it is. Crawling across the hall, I nudge the door open with my head and slip inside. My owner is waiting, sitting on the couch across the room. He spots me and his eyes go wide for a moment as he takes me in and then smiles. He is pleased with me and, for the next space of time, I am his pet fox and he is my master. Lifting the little black leash in his hands, he pats the sofa with his free hand. He wants me to come over to him but instead, I eye him.