The next morning was a Saturday and she couldn't wait to visit Davinia. She now had the use of a small car and she was free to call on Jane and Sal...y at any time. When she got there early, she found Jane and Sally finalising the wedding arrangements. Soon she was deeply involved in dress designs and all the girly stuff that both Jane and Sally had been planning. "Just think Trysta. Two matching bridal gowns, wont it be a splash!" "Can I be a bridesmaid?" begged Trysta, caught up in. It was still pink and soft, and it barely even gaped when she pulled at it. So if Lucy could just get Pussy to somehow bend over and flaunt her pink butthole out the window for a few hours every day, then maybe, just maybe, another Goblin would break in and steal them both and feed them. But pussy was borderline comatose most days. This week, Pussy hadn't even been able to swallow the ladles of cum on her own, Lucy had had to force it down her throat with her fingers instead, and the gagging. “Good boy,” she said. “Now get dressed. Next time you’ll learn to please me more thoroughly.” I had no idea what she had in mind for the next time, but I was eager to learn to please her, and I relished the thought for days afterward, each time getting hard as the fantasies filled my head. Apartment Six The two young guys who rented apartment six were both slender and fit looking. When I knocked on their door to complete my checklist, I heard a mumbled something from inside, but couldn’t quite. “That felt great.” Jen’s heartbeat increased considerably as she resumed her gossamer stroking. “I thought you were asleep.” “I was.” Greg sighed and opened his eyes slightly. “Sorry about that. Not a great thing for a guest to do, but I was really tired.” “No problem.” Jen moved a little closer. “It’s a compliment that you felt comfortable enough to fall asleep here. I had such a nice evening talking to you. It feels like we know each other a whole lot.