’ Ray nodded. ‘We could go to the farm. Nobody is going to be there until Amy gets home around six. And it’s only five minutes away.’ Ellen sm...led. ‘You wouldn’t mind? What about Amy, would she.’ ‘Amy’s instructions to me today were to fuck your brains out, which I fully intend to do. Now where, and how long?’ Ellen leaned in for another tongue wrestling kiss. ‘The farm, until the cows come home.’ Ray lay on his back, Ellen resting on top of him, her pussy engorged with his still erect prick.. It makes me feel owned, especially if I've been told to wear it by someone else. A buttplug is almost like one of those signs that read 'Property of Such-and-such'. The person who tells you to wear it is laying his claim on you and your body. He's telling you that your asshole is his. You can still finger your cunt or maybe even insert a digit beside the plug, but the thing is there to remind you that full authority is not yours. Some would argue that the plug is actually a substitute for your. Shit she didn't care. She sort of enjoyed it. "That's it you sexy MILF suck my fucking cock! Suck Daddy's dick!" She took her tongue and outlined the cock with her tongue. Tracing it with the very tip and watching it twitch with excitement. He began to fuck her mouth as she pumped his cock deep within. She could feel her cunt puddle up from lust as she sucked him down even harder. She made a tight squeeze and released his cock."You like fucking lil girls perv! How about some good ole fashion. . what? Where’s that?”“Sherwin’s Falls. It’s a little nowhere village next to the American border, this side of the zoo at Hemmingford.”“I’d like to see you again, Mel. We could talk about what happened to you ... I dunno, bring each other up to date, like.”“I’d like that. There’s no way that I’m coming back into town, however, Karine, not even for one day. I’ve had it up to here with that place. Wait, I’ve got an idea ... I work at an Inn and next week-end it’s St-John’s day. Why don’t you.