The blades would be blunt, Lila knew, to stretch without cutting, to hurt without tearing. She shuddered at the thought of the broad blades inserted, ...tretching, perhaps even rupturing her sphincter. She could of course take it in the vagina; it would hurt less that way.She drunk again of the Gatorade Aisha offered her, in short sips, interrupted by gasping, labored breaths. Again she regretted drinking it, but there was nothing she could do. After the need for air came the need for water, and. .. no. I wouldn't take bets against you seducing half the Swiss Guard knowing you." Only half?" She pouted. I shook my head again."Come on ... we're going to be late if we don't get a move on here."And speaking of boring. My first of two classes of the day was certainly that. The first class was my Psychology class where I was studying social and behavioral sciences. I chuckled to myself silently as we entered the medium sized auditorium. Bella would have made a great case study. Normally, I. She then opened her legs and stuck her finger into her still sopping cunt. She then grabbed my balls with her other hand, eased her gooey finger out, and held it up to my mouth. "Lick it slave!" She commanded. I licked her finger like a lollipop until it was clean. I could taste the come of the young stud that had just serviced her, mixed with her own sexual secretions. She giggled as she offered me another gooey finger to lick clean and said. "We've got to make sure we get every last drop,. Of course, this is not true, but it is what I was raised to believe, along with other ideas like I had to get married before having sex at all and that I definitely had to get married before having a child. Can you imagine my shock then when I woke up one morning to realize that I was a part of the statistic that said that women over 35 who weren’t married were going to have a hell of a time changing that? I had some serious thinking to do. Do I grow up on my own, or do I chance it and continue.