She had been watching raptly in the mirror overhead, but now her eyes closed. Peter drew small circles around the tiny bud with his fingertips, then m...ving his otherhand into position, used the tip of his forefinger on that hand to trace the outline of Susan’s inner lips. They too had become slick with the oil, and soon Peter’s finger was at the entrance to her sex. He continued the ministrations to his victim’s clitoris, and slowlyapplied pressure with his index finger, feeling it slowly enter. He leaned forward and down in the chair bringing his face close to the artificial cock that he was thrusting into her, watching with lewd delight the tiny ridges of the moist pink flesh of her cunt around the edges of the thick cudgel with each thrust he made."Harder, my dear?" he purred above her, playing upon her body as though it were a puppet and he were the master holding the strings."Ooohhhh, yes, harder, fuck it harder," she groaned as she twisted and turned wildly on the rug, small. ."don't think with your brain! Not now!"In one swift motion you picked me up and threw me on the bed removing the fake phallus from my dripping body. You bent my legs over my torso and readied yourself. "Fuck me!" I pleaded again. You violated me quickly. My mouth open in a silent scream as I endured a hurtful entry. I clutched your sides as my lower lip trembled for a few seconds while you began to go deep into me. The bed springs began to squeak as our bodies collided. The pain turned to. The postman would be by for them the next day."So since you aren't talking much, are you all talked out from the film crew?" I asked."Yep they are wearing me out," he said and smiled."If the TV cameras would get out of our face, we would be doing better," The grumpiest of the old men said. He was the one using the large slow moving ban saw to cut out the rough form of the toys. After he had cut the basic form of a tiny rocking horse, the kinder, gentler one, put in a display case for after the.