Sara removed her bra, her lovely b cups dotted with a few tiny moles. Her body writhed in anticipation over my silk sheets. My eyes locked on to her b...autiful swollen pussy with its triangle of blondish hair. I didn't stand on ceremony. I was eager to be her first, to show her how women love and to drive this experience myself. I made her hold her legs all the way back, her elbows holding her by the pits of her knees. Her treasure was open to me. I kissed it, savoring the fragrance of her. A 4inch butt plug in deep purple and a strapon belt with a dildo attachment with a tapered tip and about 8 inches long. It was not a replica of a penis, that was a turn off for me. I had no wish for a penis anywhere near my arse.Finally we visited the Janus shop in Old Compton St, purveyors of fine spanking stuff for more years than I care to remember.Happy days in the 70s when they had viewing cubicles that I never dared to wank off in.Now we paid for a crook handled cane, about 4 foot long,. An itch that had been bothering her since her arrival. Watching porn was something she liked to do. She had heard that the porn industry exploited women. That didn’t make sense. Female performers made more per scene than men. Not only that in one day a woman can perform unlimited scenes. The way she saw it, it was men being exploited. Just about any woman with the right trainer and makeup artist can do porn. A man on the other hand has to have a significant sized wiener. Pee paw could do porn.. I looked down at his pants and I could see a huge bulge in them. My head was spinning, and my body was aching for the bulge in his pants. My hand went down to touch him, and he bent down to kiss me. I unbuckled his belt, and he stopped. At first I thought that was the end of it, but then he helped me with the belt and unbuttoned his pants. He then took his shirt off and spread it out like a blanket on one of the bales of hay, then guided me over to it and took my shirt off. At that point, I.