And my cock.Just like the other times, I quickly strip, wash and step out naked onto the landing that separates our apartments. I knock on his door, a...d wait. He usually takes his, time, and I know that he watches me through the little spy glass in the door for a little while before he opens. He knows it makes me more excited to stand there naked and exposed on the top of the stairway.Then he opens the door for me, and musters me from head to toe. He usually fondles me a little, before. Inside drawer 2 was a whole selection of various toys, but dildo 4 had a suction cup end with a small button right at the base, on the rubber balls. I looked around the room for somewhere to stick it, and noticed a small sticker on the mirror with “Deepthroat Training” written on it, so I placed it there. The dildo was longer and wider than anything I’d had in my mouth before. I gave it a practice run, and managed to get about 2/3 of the way down before gagging.A few deep breaths and another. He had inadvertently seen them making love a few nights ago. Sue had also asked him to whip her naked arse, until she was striped with red welts. This appealed to the repressed Sadist in him, and although at the time he didn’t know why she needed this punishment, he could now guess it was because she felt ashamed at her sexual relationship with her daughter. However despite all this he had a separate problem, and it was this that was driving him insane with frustrated and forbidden lust. His. Two beings lost amidst machinery and abrasive equipment, broken and in need of repair... Cindi was my mechanic... to repair my inoperable heart that demanded her skillful ability to survive.My neck dangled back, feeling her hunger surge as she devoured my breasts. My mouth fell open, gasping in outrageous delight as she tugged at my left nipple with her lips. Her hands spun me around; meeting her mouth with mine in an upended kiss. "Gonna fuck you... I'm gonna..." Cindi panted with flowing.