It was then that she looked down and saw the outline of what looked like a roll of sausage, between his legs. Her mouth dropped open in amazement. Tha... couldn’t be his penis! But, what was it? Why would he put something in his pants? Could it possibly be real? Maybe they really are animals! Horses! She looked back up at his face, and whenever she thought he wasn’t looking, she kept glancing at the lump in his slacks while Rachel explained the scene.Debbie had never had any desire to see another. The bastard had a gun. The thought of this turned me on so much I came on the spot. Bucking wildly on his fingers my orgasm seemed to go on forever. My knees started to buckled and I threw my arms around his neck. I lifted my legs up around his waist and thrashed away on his friends finger. Grabbing my buttocks with both hands he carried me into the bedroom and plonked me on the bed as my orgasm was still running through my pussy. Writhing on the bed, my legs wide open I began to finger my. Jeans and a tank top it was.I laid around lazily most of the day, unmotivated to do much of anything except eat and lounge around in my pajamas. Eventually, I pulled myself together and hopped in the shower. As I shampooed my hair, my thoughts drifted back to four days ago when Courtney had joined me in this same shower and we shared our first kiss. I hadn’t seen her since but decided I would stop by her work before heading to the concert. I finished my shower and threw on a black thong. I. Princess Sophia ran me through this humiliating and degrading process several times. Making me raise myself up and then back down again. Evidently wanting to maximise my distress."Now, let's see if you can withstand a few kicks whilst up in the air. Assume the position!" She demanded.Pushing myself back into The Crab, I felt a strong masochistic urge to have the beautiful humiliatrix squash my already aching-plums."Higher!" She demanded. "Present those balls!"I arched my back as high as I.