I mean, I could see myself spending the rest of mylife with her. As crazy as it sounded and possibly influenced by the bottleof wine, I resolved at t...e dinner table that I was going to break up withthe others and I was going to ask Carly to get engaged the next day. I wasso giddy at the prospect that I passed up the chance to spend the night withher. I told her I had important errands to run first thing in the morning,but that I had to have a very important talk with her the next day.That. So I have been reduced to anal sex just twice a year, on my birthday, and on father’s day. I make up for it with nice gifts on her birthday and on Mother’s Day.About an hour later Suzie brought back my debit card along with the statement of what she had purchased. I didn’t need to know the specifics but what to hell. As I looked it over I saw a one and a half by five-inch silicone dildo, a two-inch by six-inch silicone dildo, and a double-ended eighteen-inch silicone dildo. There was a medium. “And do you know what was in your coffee?” He looked at her with his first real expression since the tingling was first announced, “Nothing.” “Doctor Massey, I think a drop of your liquid fell into your coffee. I was about to tell you when you uh, blew up at the lack of results. The next thing I knew, you were drinking it! Oh my God! Do you think that’s what’s causing this… this strangeness in you?” To her repeated amazement, he simply said, “Yes.” Marlene was both confused and concerned. On. Instead of mercy, he gave me his degrading comments. “That’s it. I think this asshole is ruined enough to be a comfortable fit. Why don’t we find out?” He lubricated himself, barely, and pressed into my hole. I keened and squealed like an animal, thrashed in frantic panic. It wasn’t that it hurt. Because it didn’t so much anymore, after his relentless, torturous training. There was nothing but a pervasive stretch and press that shot me into a mental arousal more than I had ever felt. There was.