"No, check that. I had a pastrami on rye at some deli near Washington Square Park one time. But you're right, though, there seemed to be completely di...ferent, umm... attitudes, if you will," I concluded, feeling as if I had made somewhat of a cultural statement."You might be right. Myself, I don't care much for the South... maybe it's a cultural thing," she declared, and stretched out on the couch and laid her head on my lap. "You don't mind, do you, babe? I'm feeling kinda drowsy," she looked. She takes a look at the mirror and watches herself for a moment. Oh yeah, we look so amazing right now. Two women in those masks, slowly playing with their sexy bodies. That's the stuff I like to see. So I look at my own reflection too for a while, as I keep thrusting my fingers in and out of myself. "Have you used one of these before?" she asks. I look at her. She is holding the butt plug in her hand. "They're my favorites. When I have one of these inside of me, every sensation is, like, a. Ah ha! She looked around as she stumbled into a small clearing. The GPS unit showed that the house should be around here somewhere. She took one step toward the direction of the house, and something wrapped around her neck. She panicked and grabbed it, only to find that somehow a vine had gotten entangled around her neck.What the fuck?!The vine -- wide, flat and supple, tightened and started to pull her backward. She dropped the GPS and her purse, and tried to fight it, getting no where for her. I had to put my fingers inside her gusset from the side, nothing on show but it was clear that my fingers were in or on her flaps. In fact my fingers just slid up her she was so wet and lubricated by her juices. More panty insertion and obviously damp knicker crotch shots ensued. Then the reveal was shot. There were many teasing panty shots and finally I was instructed to pull them off her. At first she hid her pussy with closed legs then slowly opened them. The next sequence had her cover her.