Is vibrate double wow and T.?Enough playing wanna get home and try this out on my own bed,not bothering to take it off, the drive home was memorable t...e slow pulse against my clit was divine.Once home, wine was drunk, multiple orgasms ensued, the next day being the total obsessive I am, I wore it all day, was I loving this toy!Damn it was footie night in the bar,I had changed earlier into a clingy black dress and my clutch bag"Your late" the boss remarked. Seeing has he is doing all the work I. It is so weird how I met him, but still, I will tell the reader how I met Zak. One fine day I was reading stories on ISS (Indian Sex Story) when I came across his story. I was very horny as fuck at that moment. In that heat of the moment or what you may call as horniness, I appreciated him on his email ID. Things happen when it has to happen and I guess it was that time, I got an instant reply from him and we shared few of our sex experiences from the past.I am this kind of girl who is horny. .. "I... I was..." Dorthy tried to remember why she was looking at something. What she was looking at. Something. The woman was taller than her, and had long, blonde hair."You were relaxing," the saleslady said. "Drifting... and relaxing... It's been a long day, and you're tired..." Yes," Dorthy replied. Almost whispering."Tired, and sleepy, and looking for a way to relax," the saleslady continued."I was..." Was she trying to remember something. The saleslady's eyes were so pretty. Her voice so. He takes the dress, carefully laying it over the back of the chair, smoothing the skirt out with his hand, then turns his attention back to me. He sits on the corner of the bed, me in front of him. He takes my hands in his as he studies me. The corset is tight, pushing my small breasts upwards. How I wish they were bigger. He kisses the back of my hand, pulling me a little nearer, and kisses up my arm. His hands around my waist now, running down my buttocks. I quiver inside. "Turn around". His.