I had four of them before me now."Gentlemen I want to make something simple for the home. I want you to make a sturdy vibrating platform that may have...to be mounted on rubber. Make a lot of small moulds to cast some different compositions of fine stone, and pigment, then blend in an acrylic polymer. A large platform will be required to test full scale projects."I want to cast sinks too and then bond this unit to a hole cast in the counter top. Somebody will have to find some large stainless. Not seeing that Matt was almost done with his undressing or that he was looking at Jack's body has it was exposed."Should we put the oil on our selves or I you and you me?" asks Matt and Jack stops and thinks which and then says "I will oil you and you will oil me but we must get every place but the bottoms of our feet." Jack stats with a slight blush have he finishes taking off his cloths and looks at Matt.Matt moves over with his bottle of baby oil at the same time Jack picks his up. Mat is. He was fucking me slowly, but it was still hurting like hell. It felt like my ass was on fire, stretched like it had never been stretched before. After a few pumps, he increased his pace. I started crying anew, tears not stopping. I said to him, between sobs, “Please yaar, bahut zyada dard ho raha hai, baad mein karenge, abhi please chhod de.” He ignored me and kept on fucking me ruthlessly. I screamed everytime his cock pushed in.I once again pleaded for him to stop, and he said, “Saali randi,. I’d stopped pleading with her long ago, and my cries had become incoherent. Miss Krieger’s stamina was incredible; she continued to lash me with undiminished energy and enthusiasm for what seemed like over an hour. I was a broken, sobbing wreck, and my bottom was ablaze with pain.Finally, Miss Krieger moved to stand in front of me. With my arms pulled down tight, I could scarcely raise my head enough to look into her eyes. She smiled wickedly, and said, “I am going to give you twelve more.