The velvet lining of her anus aches painfully, desperate to have the plug removed from it. It yearns for relief, as does Ashley's throbbing pussy. It ...s already making a small pool between her knees on the cage floor. Ashley tries to make herself more comfortable, or bend herself in a way that would allow her hands access to her cunt. Nothing works as she resigns herself into an awkward sitting position. She waits in the darkness, silently, the taste and smell of her Mistress' intoxicating. He flourished it in front of me and laid it down on the edge of the desk with the neatly typewritten name and address facing me. I looked at it in confusion. I didn't know the name of the person or the address. I looked up at him for an explanation."That's Al! That's the name he is going by and he lives just 15 minutes away from you. He has been living there for the past 3 months. He was in South America until just 3 months ago and he entered the US with false papers and a false passport. It. “Yeah, you like my tight pussy, you like fucking your granddaughter?”“Yes, yes, I do, god, you are so good to me.”I leaned down and kissed him and his hand found my boobs which he caressed and massaged.“You dirty slut, making grandpa so horny,” he moaned.“Oh, I love making you hot and hard for me, grandpa. C’mon, fuck me harder drive that cock inside me.”He took hold of my hips and began to meet my every move.“Yes, yes, take that cock, take it, take it!”“Oh, grandpa, I love you deep inside. " That simple message opened to a profile page of a decidedly attractive man: swarthy complexion, dimpled and squared jaw, shaved head, thick and dark brows hovering over light brown eyes. The caption under the picture: "This is my brother. He got all the ugly genes." That made Lynn chuckle. The rest of the profile piqued her interest more than enough for her to send a reply and invite to share some more info about one another. It hadn't taken too many emails to exchange phone numbers and soon.