"Something hollow, like a straw!"She ran into the kitchen, and I followed her. "I don't know! I don't know!" she moaned, opening and closing drawers. ...I don't have anything like that!" she wailed.I saw a plastic thing used to make melon balls, and grabbed it. It had a handle on it that was half an inch wide and was tapered. I took it back to where Jack was floundering, his fingers pulling at his new wound. I had to hold him down again as I inserted the handle of the melon thing and twisted it. It’s a good thing I was keeping track, because more than once, she came onto me aggressively when I knew the risk was too high. I convinced her that oral sex was the only choice we had; that or abstinence. She chose sex.After they moved, we found a few occasions over the next two years to satisfy our mutual cases of the hots. Like I said, they only lived about three blocks from the high school, so if Aunt Maxine wasn’t home, we could rip one off in Laurie’s bedroom. The school had a late bus. Three four five times he struck out then with a grunt he found her target. Forelegs gripping her waist, sweating with the effort he was putting into shagging his former mistress, drool dripping from his jaws, back curved as he attempted to get further into her body, she was herself obviously enjoying the using of her body so intensely, breathing hard as her first climax approached, she began to moan, saying that “his knot is swelling inside me and… OH GOD” she was shouting now s, ITS FLOODING. ??That’s better.? Greg commented once Simone had complied. ?Now, turn around, let Master Steve have a good look.?Slowly, nervously, and bushing profusely, Simone turned round and round letting Steve see every inch of her body. Eventually Greg called enough and ordered her to get on with it.Simone knelt down on the hearth rug, glanced at Greg and then moved her knees further apart, so that she was wide open, on display. Although, of course, throughout this whole display there was little that.