She brought me to her bedroom and she blindfolded me. I resisted, “humor me” again the tinkling giggle. Blind folded I sat on the edge of the bed ...s she took off my shirt and suit. She stroked my cock erect and began sucking it pushing the tip all the way to the back of her throat. She had a smooth rhythmic touch. She moved away and came back with a bottle of lube and began fondling licking my balls tracing every vein of my dick with her tongue. The smooth rhythm had changed she was more. If the message the organizers wanted to send was 'skip straight to dessert', it was one I approved of.The dessert table was also a desert table, a train of miniature camels pulled wagons bearing trays of cakes, pastries and exotic fruits towards a chocolate fountain oasis. It could have been made for me, or rather my character: I was dressed as Cleopatra.As I paused in front of the table trying to decide on my indulgence, a cat introduced herself and began a conversation, was this my first. The dogs had little or no contact with men at all. Tammy was a really friendly Cavalier King Charles, and made a fuss of me. If I remember rightly Tyson went away and hid under the bed. It was not long however that he round and we were the best of friends. I had always loved dogs, but was never allowed to have one at home. So you cannot say I was some sort of dog whisperer.Anyway after our relationship blossomed, my future wife told me that Tyson did not like men? and if he had not taken to me. Sam pulled out one for Lucy – Uncle Mike had slightly modified the standard female model – the Cuntal probe was still the smooth egg-shape, but the Anal probe sprouted 4 extending lumps, designed to lock it in place.“Hey Luce, get yer arse out here, Sam has a present for you” shouted Amy.“That’s not very nice, calling her ‘Loose’. I know she has problems after each sperm collection session..” Sam trailed off.“No, silly. I was shouting ‘Luce’ not ‘Loose’. ‘Luce’ is just short for ‘Lucy’, and she.