After all, what girl doesn'tfeel better when she's "full." It's reassuring. It's comforting. It'slike sucking one's thumb, only much better.I'd lubric...ted my anus and my rectum liberally with K-Y, crouched overthe toilet, willed my sphincter to relax and slowly, but resolutely,eased the butt plug into my ass until it was fully inserted.Immediately upon experiencing the familiar sensation of having myimpaled bottom stuffed with cock, artificial though it was, I felt agood deal better about my. "Three six-shooters," she whispered back in my ear. "What's a six shooter?" She gave me a look that told me I was terminally stupid andclueless and that maybe I should try and move up the evolutionary scaleto the mammal area, at least. She could be very expressive. "So what _is_ it?" I hissed at her. She shook her head at me, but explained, "Six shots of somethinglike vodka, as fast as you can slam 'em down. You're timed, and...." "Eighteen shots?" She nodded. *Oh,. She is a diva, who’d any guy love to run his hands on. She has long hair, big dreamy eyes, and a yummy milky complexion. The best part of her amazing body is her shapely legs which are such a turn on when she wears a skirt or a dress. I bet anyone would love to kiss her milky white thighs and run their hands over when in a public place out of everyone’s gaze.I work in a big law firm in New Delhi and usually have crazy hours. I go early in the morning and then come late at night. For such a. Her chest rested on his arm as she untied the knot restraining his hands and then bent to the ones at his ankles. His eyes caught Will’s, and the bastard grinned; however, they didn’t stay long.As Heather worked the second bond free, Sam couldn’t help himself. He let his eyes slide down Will’s body. The cock his wife had just jammed down her throat and had let fuck her who knows how many times demanded his attention. Although he wasn’t quite at full mast anymore, he put Sam to shame.“All done.”.