I hope this isn't too off-putting.Finally, as with many of my stories this will be a slow burner. As of when I am writing this I am seven chapters in ...nd the smut still hasn't happened yet.Thank you for your patience. I hope you enjoy the story.Grim***Tony's StoryTo think, not so long ago we were sipping champagne and eating grilled prawns on the deck of our yacht as we lounged and stared out over the calm cerulean waters of the South Pacific. Our days were filled with leisure and luxury, our. She rolled her eyes and groaned in pleasure, then said, "Oh My God Jack! This fish is positively exquisite and extremely delicious! You have to try a bite!"She forked off another piece and fed it to Jack, who chewed it slowly and said, "You're right baby. It is good! Would you like to try a piece of my lobster?" No thank you, dear. I don't care for lobster much. But thanks anyhow love. May I trouble the waiter for a glass of ice water? The fish is making me thirsty and the wine isn't helping. They were an art deco dream. As she had planed the bloodwood she had carefully saved the shavings. These she shaped into curling masses of mock rufescent hair at each Caryatid’s head and groin. She made tiny slits for her own labia, inlaid with blood red wood, inset from the surface, finished with shining polyurethane in contrast to the matte of her skin. On inspection each replica seemed to have moisture in her cleft. Once she reached the finishing stages, she could shed the protective gear.. . she met him in a night club, went back to his hotel, they couldn't get their clothes off fast enough. She was taken aback by the size of his hard cock, she asked him the length and he said 11 inches. He got a ruler out of his briefcase laid back on the bed while she licked and sucked the now semi aroused shaft until it was rock hard again and he proudly measured it as proof. It was 11.5 inches now. She said she was nervous but excited about the prospect of having as much as she could take of.