“So expressive,” I heard Anthony marvel, “I can’t wait to see you do that all over my cock.” I blushed heavily as Scarlett handed me another...drink. “You’re sensitive, aren’t you?” She nuzzled up to her husband to greet him, sipping on her own drink. “Very,” I agreed, “That’s quite a party trick you have there.” “It’s a dream turned reality,” Anthony proudly explained, “Plus, now I know what your real orgasm looks like. No cheating.” He stepped forward, touching me for the first time. His touch. When I would protest she would always play that card and I couldn’t help but want to feel that. It was hard to explain but she was so wet and her pussy was so excited that when I entered her it seemed to grab my dick hold it there. It was incredible and when I came she would squeeze my dick holding it deep in her as I pumped my cum and milked it afterwards. All well worth having her peg me. This also went on for several weeks until she upped the bar yet again. This time with a seven-inch very. “No modern medicine in their day. Girl born with man parts, straight under the knife.” It didn’t matter to him that none of what he was saying made any sense. He was so excited by all of the things we were finding, he hadn’t begun to put any of it together. I went along. “Yeah, crazy. Now, what was it you wanted to show me?” James’ eyes grew wide like he had just remembered he was about to share the biggest secret in the world. “There’s a tunnel.” “A tunnel?” “Yes,” James clapped his hands and. ” As he eagerly pressed his nose close to the warmth of her puffy slot in obedience, and boned rigid at its spicy scent, Mimi trailed her whip across his back, and Clarissa pressed her cane to his cheeks, rubbing them impatiently as he sniffed hard. She then ensured he’d show an eagerness for the weekend after that morning, lifting a mean and diminutive cock cage from the pocket of her cape, and dangling its shiny dome of silver barring before his eyes, while the cock it would soon imprison,.