It seems like hours before I hear the house door open andclose, then the footsteps on the stairs. I look in anticipation at thedoor as my lover enter... behind an armful of packages. The packages are dropped on the bench at the foot of our bed,forming a ziggurat leading to my lover's face. This is only fitting, forshe is the goddess whom I worship. Her eyes sparkle and a broad smileparts her lips, glossed a deeper red than mine. Her eyes peruse me as shestraightens up, obviously pleased with. The soft billowy cushions of Trudi's ass had bounced all night on my couch. When she left the office just a scant hour prior, she had a sort of funny walk about her, with her knees a little wobbly. It was probably because we had also checked out the tightness of her tight little anal hole just to see if she liked it. She was reluctant at first, but she really got lathered up good on the homestretch. Veronica brought them up to her nostrils with a hint of distain on her usually smiling face. I. Her stomach flat from hours spent in the gym. Her legs long and smooth, proof that running and biking kept her in great shape. Her hair covering the pillow as our gaze met, the lust and desire in her eyes could not be denied. It was time to get to it. She reached for some lube that she had in her bedside and patted the bed showing me where she wanted me to lay. I thought she would have me on my hands and knees but she instead had me lay on my back, a pillow beneath my lower back which pointed. I..." At first?"The vibrator stopped and changed. Roberta whimpered as something long and hard extruded itself into her cunt. Her eyes closed as slave instinct took over and she humped the imaginary cock in her pussy.It gave her only as much pleasure as the vibrator had. Slave instinct would not let her stop. She had to hump and hump until either the cock throbbed or she did. Even if her muscles cramped or she grew weak from exhaustion, she would continue to hump."There is no 'at first, '.