Fifteen strokes had been delivered and Jay was having trouble staying still. Crack... Crack… Crack… Crack… Crack. Karen announced, "That is twen...y, just five more to go." With that, she was determined to make the last five really matter. Crack… Crack… Crack… Crack... Crack! Jay was in tremendous pain but somehow managed not to yell out loud but the tears in his eyes gave him away.Jay rose as Karen looked at her neighbor Donna. “Come on over here and take my place,” she instructed. Donna sat. " Would it be an imposition to meet me at 21 at seven-thirty. I'll make reservations."21! That means I must dress up. Hmm, I'll wear my old standby, the black sheath and... I chuckled. "The black sheath will be fine." Argh, I forgot you could read my mind. Okay, I'll meet you. Whom should I ask for?" Just give the maitre d' your name. He'll bring you to me. If I haven't arrived, he'll seat you in the bar and take care of you until I get there."Ah, this is a test. He still doesn't trust me. They ranged in size up to huge and I could hardly imagine how some of them could possibly be inserted. I had never thought of putting something up my butt for pleasure and the thought intrigued me. The products I now stood before had pictures of naked men taken from behind. These were clearly anal toys for men to play with. With a shaky hand I started reaching for a medium sized vibrating dildo that was realistically shaped. “Nothing feels better than the real thing you know.” a deep. You, me, and her. If that’s quite alright with you, that is,” Daisy encouraged me.“No condoms, either, please. We want that bareback lovin’, Uncle Caesar! I even want it up my ass!” April urged me.“Same here! In the backdoor! Darrell Roth, my ex-fiance, couldn’t take that, kept lecturing me on its forbidden status. I reminded him that, strictly speaking, I shouldn’t be sleeping with him at all by that standard, since it’s outside of wedlock. I know my Torah, but I’m no better at following it.