Slave Sven was ordered to squat above the fake horse cock and the client shoved the thicker top end of it into Sven's somewhat prolapsing pussy. Again... there were no major entrance problems, much to the client's surprise, or astonishment. But the sheer length of the dildo began to pose some problems for Sven, even though he carefully sank down further and further. Finally he reached the floor and felt the rubber monster fill up everything that we behind his entrance gate. A very horny feeling. Yet I eventually had to stop doing that. If I continued, I'd spoil the orgasm, and it's ejaculation of sperm; which I'd been so faithfully preserving for Jack, and for ONLY Jack! I knew that I really didn't have to do that. How would Jack ever really know that I'd had an orgasm prior to coming over? He wouldn't, of course, ad yet...and yet...I was determined to be 'chaste' for him, in spite of the fact that my efforts could never be fully appreciated by Jack! So, ultimately, it was for my. "I did?" I gave them my innocent face. It usually worked with Mom. "How'd that happen?"They ignored me."He wanted to make it six," Traci pointed out helpfully, just when I was starting to like her."Or seven," Mikee added.I was thinking about making a break for it.It was Saturday afternoon, and we were all sitting in my living room again. I was in Dad's chair with Tami on my lap. Robbie was sitting in the other chair with her new laptop in her lap, making notes. Traci, Mikee, and Kelly were. I was in Houston, looking over the Governor’s race for my firm. It was an intriguing race; could we turn this state back into the blue column, or at least purple? I had stopped at the small restaurant to grab a quick bite to eat on my way to the hotel. I had no sooner taken my seat when I noticed you. Damn, you were some fine eye candy, several years younger than me, but not enough to send me to jail! Besides, it wasn’t i*****l to look. You apparently didn’t mind older women as your eyes.