.. know.The days pass as days do ... sometimes it's drudgery ... the 'same shit, different day' that many lives face ... plod ... plod ... plod ... da... in, day out. Get up ... yup, same guy looking back in the mirror ... shave the face, flush, shower. Dress ... maybe it's shirt and tie ... or maybe it's mechanics overhauls ... regardless ... you're one of the faceless millions preparing for the daily grind."Come get it before I slop it to the hogs!" comes the cry from the kitchen. The. .then blackness. My mind cleared as I understood what had happen the bastard had d**gged me and was now taking advantage of my u*********s body. My arms were laying out to my sides, I reached up and gripped his biceps and tried to speak. The pain soared through my body as my nerves began to return to normal. I dug my fingers into his massive arms and tried to speak, I only babbled incoherently. Harry kissed my lips again and whispered 'yes, I know how much you like my dick in your ass...' I. "Oh, that's good, Phebe. I love you," I said.She came up for a quick second."I love you, even if you do like wearing a dress," she replied.She went back underneath the dress, and took my cock back into her mouth. She always gave great blow jobs, but when she did as I had a dress on, she made me wanna cum in about a second. I did my best to hold it in, but she decided to deep throat me too."Fuck yes, Phebe," I muttered.Then she came out, and moved the dress."Well, your cock is pretty hard now,. Putting the lube away, and closing the container top, she stares at the toy. Taking several deep breaths to calm herself, she grits her teeth and pushes the toy into her ass. She gasps, and begins breathing in quick takes as it pushes past her entrance and digs in deep, shooting electric sparks through her nervous system.Eyes closed, she stands perfectly still, knees bent slightly. Lips white, from pressing them together, she is exercising self-control to not tumble over the edge. The.