A stout buckle secured another strap around her waist, completing the ensemble. A flexible rubber pad covered her crotch, sporting a sturdy plastic pr...ng shaped in a series of barbs. I smiled, knowing that plastic shaft mated to a matching hole in the back of each of my mother’s myriad of dildos, offering complete interchangeability on a whim. With a whimper of anticipation I reached with fumbling fingers to eagerly grasp the huge black dildo from the desk top. Wordlessly I handed the monstrous. He proved over and over again that his amazing cock could recover from almost any mount of sexual punishment, as long as he had a few hours in which to regain his strength. Eileen became freer in using her friend's fucking implements and even uncovered a curious taste for the big- pronged dildo which had earlier filled her with such foreboding. Doreen assured her that she could consider it her own and insisted that they share the gadgets equally.Both women were on a nervous edge the day before. "Kev! Come back to me!" pleaded Den, and began to softly sob. "I hope you're braver than him," said Claire in Kev's ear, her voice stilllow so that only he could hear. She licked his ear, ran her tongue around insideit, then took the lobe between her teeth and bit. "Are you, Kev? Braver thanthe wimp?" she asked, through teeth clenched fast on the fleshy nub. A stifled gasp escaped his gagged lips and Den called out, "You still thereKev?" Then he sobbed once more to hear no answer. Releasing. We were meeting regularly these days for coffee, for movie, for a poetry reading or a book reading session, i introduced plays to her, she introduced me to Art galleries, we were behaving like a true couple, but we were sure this is not going to end in any commitment, hence the relationship was so happy, without any commitment or without any pressure, sex was getting too good to handle, will narrate one instance here.It was 5.30 in the evening on a Friday, weekend was fast approaching, i was.