‘I fucking love pink!’ he said in a gravelly voice that showed just how enthusiastic he had become for the color. ‘Sweet, fucking pink!’ His ...ick nuzzled at the mouth of her vagina. ‘Wet pink,’ she groaned as his head pushed in. ‘Fucking – sopping – sweet – squishy pink.’ She giggled for a second then turned her voice back to a sexy growl. ‘Hot…’ ‘Damn yes, hot. Hot, dripping, sweet…’ ‘Pink tunnel. Pink vagina. Say it…’ ‘What?’ ‘Say vagina!’ ‘Goddamn – good – tight – pink… Fucking…’ ‘Say it!’. "That's good," says the Master, "another few minutes and you'll be taking the whole thing." Just as the slave starts to enjoy the probing, it is suddenly taken away and a more bulbous object is applied. Gasping the slave feels his arsehole stretch over the base before settling more comfortably over the plug. "That's my boi. Now doesn't that feel good?" "Yes sir," is the slave's only slightly-hesitant response before the sound of a hand pump being squeezed reaches his ears and he feels the. I blow things up, and now the pigs know who I am."My brain was spinning with the effort of taking in Sarah's words, of analysing them into a form that was acceptable to reason."Where have you been? I'm the most wanted woman in Britain, as of yesterday." She wailed.I still didn't have a clue what she was talking about. I touched her cheek ... she still felt like Sarah, she looked like Sarah ... She WAS Sarah. Why should I care what she was, what she had done, she was the girl I had loved four. ” I said. “You know you want this. The energy between us is undeniable. You dress like this to attract men. All the men here can't stop looking at you. Now is the time for you to cash-in on your amazing sexiness.” She said teasingly, “What do you think Jim, Should we go to Greg's place and let him ravish me?” I put my hand on her chin and turned her face to me. “This isn't about what he wants. It is about what you want.” I kissed her lightly on the lips and ran my hand down her cheak, her neck.