One of his fingers finds the source of my wetness and sinks wholly in. I let out a shriek of desire, hushed quickly by his kiss. His thumb caresses my...clit as he begins to kneel. I open my mouth to protest, but he silences me, begging, I need to taste you. His tongue caresses my moistened slit, effectively rolling my eyes back into my skull. My breath is ragged and harsh as he licks first my outer lips – slowly, teasingly – then slides the tip of his tongue against my clit. I gasp, clenching my. My wife opened her lingerie drawer and brought out a tube of lubricant. Snapping the lid open, she squeezed a generous amount into the palm of her hand. She applied the lube over the head and down and around the shaft carefully."It feels like the real thing, Honey," she said proudly. Then looked for a place to wipe off her hand."Better use that on me, Darling. I'm going to need plenty of it if your 'cock' is going to fuck me." I said."Good idea," she said.I took the position on my elbows and. Eventually, after what seemed like, and may well have been, hours, Buttercup returned, escorted by a thin man in overalls and collar-length greasy hair. She looked even more unhappy than before, walking with difficulty and occasionally rubbing her buttocks. Her face was defaced by tears, and a stream of clear pale liquid was still rolling viscously down her legs. She took her place back on the conveyor belt next to Tracey and said nothing. It seemed that the distraction of packing pieces of. He nodded once, and we went over to Sandy. It was hard to tell the extent of what had happened to her. Her clothes were still mostly on, but were badly torn in places ... especially her shirt. But, she seemed to still be wearing her underwear, which would rule out one of my worst fears for her.She had been awake, also, and was staring at us; but gagged, so she couldn't say anything. Which was strange because Charlie had not been gagged. While I cut off the restraints holding her limbs, Charlie.