It looked like a standard kit - a hand-held "massager" with various attachments. But when she looked closer, she realized two of the attachments were ...ot the usual.One looked like a miniature feather duster, with about two inches of fragile-looking fronds protruding. The other unusual attachment was an inch-thick, two inch-long bit of stiff, pink rubber that curved sharply up at the business end and was capped by a knob that looked about an inch-and-a-half thick."Can I show you anything?"The. He told her how beautiful she was, and how jealous her sisters must be of her beauty. He begged her to let him fuck her. She obviously wanted to be fucked as well and finally submitted, making him promise to pull out in time lest he fertilize her. He pulled her green gown down from her shoulders and suckled on her sweet teat, licking and tugging the firm kernels that were her nipples. She spread her feet wide and threw her arms into the air, demanding, “Fuck me servant-man, fuck me where I. I'll call you tomorrow afternoon when they say I'm ready to go. You take care of yourself now." OK Marge, I will," I assured her, then she disconnected.A split second later my PDA announced a call from Bushman. I was on my way to Communications by then but told my PDA to accept the call anyway."Vivian, are you aware of anyone going back to the shop after it was closed last night?" Bushman asked nervously."No, I don't think anyone did. After we left the shop last night, Nadia and I met Dan and. , we had all slowed down a touch, and the guys were sitting around in a great bullshit session. There were 10 guys and only 2 women left. Vickie and the other wife, Peggy, were in the den having their own talk session. Of course, sex was a big topic and a short time into the conversation, Tom, Peggy’s husband, stated that he and Peggy had an “open” marriage and often “swapped.” He asked me if Vickie and I had ever swapped and I said “no,” right away. However, at that moment, the idea sounded.