I moaned once again, a feeble, "Ugh!" Lisa was now pumping the hard rubberised phallus in and out of my aching ass, as fast as she could, whilst I mas...urbated myself.I heard Lisa beginning to groan, she was obviously now starting to get pleasure from the dildo herself, "Ah! Yes, yes! Nice!" she murmured.Now I realised that the pain I had been enduring, was being replaced my waves of pleasure, and almost immediately I began to orgasm, and sperm began to ooze down over my hand.Lisa carried on. So it was a mystery to you why they always acted surprised when you simply moved out of the way faster than they could hit or grab you and then hit them back.Their intimidating physique just made them a bigger, clunkier target. And its not like being muscular was the same as wearing armor, let alone good armor: they still had plenty of soft, vulnerable spots that even a practiced amateur could aim for as long as they knew what to look for. Joints, especially the small ones in the hands and. There were large piles of snow in the parking lots of the buildings bordering the highway.The road to the Country Store had been cleared long before so driving was fine. I was surprised to find my drive and parking areas clear. Even my walk was clear.When I arrived home no one welcomed me, and no one called to tell me job well done. I was just home without any fanfare. I looked at the Country Store with the lawn covered in snow and was at peace. I didn't give a crap about any of it. I was glad. The whole place looked so peaceful and relaxing. I parked in one of the designated spaces and we were met by a porter who took our bags through to the reception. The receptionist greeted us with a warm smile, ‘Welcome to the Inn at Fontanel Professor Fitzpatrick, my name is Ann and I hope you will enjoy your stay.’ I raised my eyes at the use of my name and title. The receptionist saw my surprise and said, ‘You are the last of our guests to check in, so it had to be you. We only have the six.