Betsy was vaguely aware of Allen coaxing her onto her hands and knees and her heart was still racing a mile a minute. Ron knelt beside her and he spok... sternly into her ear with a challenging voice. "I've waited for months to see this ... watch you get banged by a real stud."Being overly sedated by guilt and shame from what had transpired already, Betsy waited in the precarious doggie position. Ron made sure her arms were bent so that her upper body rested on her elbows, which dug into the bed.. “If I take you up on the offer you won’t take it the wrong way will you?” she asked him. “I mean it’s not an invitation.......” “Look,” he interrupted. “It’s easy to see that you are not that sort of woman. You can use the room and I will stay well out of the way in the bar.” She smiled. “Thanks,” she said turning to go to the next aisle. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” he said. Sandra turned. “Stockings!” he said. “You are forgetting stockings. You want to give him an anniversary to. The pizza finally comes and we turn on the movie. Shortly after while sitting and watching the movie, from behind me I hear someone quietly call my name, “psst, Aimee. psst...”. I turn to see who is calling for me, not noticing that anyone had left I see Donatello. With his finger he signals me to come over to the kitchen. I excuse myself and make my way over. “What is it Donnie? What do you want?” I ask. He stands slightly fidgeting with his hand behind his head. I see a slight blush make its. He wore several keys on a bracelet. She stood next to him, lifting her skirt to expose her "clit" encased in a plastic device. He unlocked the base and removed the shell. As soon as the air hit her, her clit began to swell."Tell Me more about what you've brought Me," he commanded."This submissive," she announced, "is a sissy and a slut. It loves to suck cock, eat pussy, and be fucked. Moreover, it loves when you tell it just what a worthless tramp it is. You can see, Sir, that its little cock.