She never admits to having fantasies of any sort, but falls in with all of mine. My fantasy was to buy and use a strap-on dildo, and Sylvie was enthus...astic. As she said later, "Sometimes I miss the feeling of a cock between my legs, and this is almost better than the real thing." I had seen several models in London, but didn't buy one there because I was unsure as to what to look for in a quality model. Here the attendant was a young woman, not at all my type, who had several evident tattoos. I stopped pulling his trunks down and stared in terror at his cock. Under my breath I said, "Oh my god!"I looked up at him and said nervously, "That won't go in me! It won't fit! You'll tear me!"He just smiled and said, "You won't be the first, you won't be the last. Don't worry, bitch. Once I get it in you are going to love it. They all do."I continued staring for a moment until Keary broke my reverie. "Is there a problem over there?"I shook my head. But I was terrified.I pushed his trunks. The whole room was filled with our fucking and my moaning sounds. All I could do was moan with loud aahhh’s and uuhh’s enjoying the pleasure given by the man fucking me. And the next minute, my dick was getting hard again and in no time I started cumming again. I was nowhere in a state of mind to think about what was happening, all I wanted was this to never stop. Waves and waves of pleasure, indescribable yet so immense. After what felt like an eternity and me cumming a few more times.I felt. She manipulated her breasts and nipples with her hand and lifted a nipple up to her mouth. She was into this video of vaginal delights. She wondered if her client were a lesbian? The thoughts of her client had entered her erogenous thinking and excited her more. Her fingers were in every hole. Every hole was wet with her little climaxes. She wanted more inside her pussy, it was throbbing, it was hungry for a cock. A vibrating ten inch cock. She went into the kitchen looking for something to.