"How's it look?"Aaron, standing beside me with his arms crossed and his hard-on pointing straight out, smiled. "Well, I don't know," he said. "What do...you think?" I think it looks good enough to eat." Might be," Aaron said, "might be." Only one way to find out," J said."Think so?" Know so." Well," Aaron said, "you'd best get to it." No," J said, "be my guest. We've got him all night. Plenty of time to for both of us."When J opened Eric's ass I'd stared fixedly at his tight hole, enjoying a view. "Anthony?" Charlotte said again. I'd been staring into space."I'll be alright. Take care of each other. Make sure Sheila eats something."And then I left. The next time I set foot in Charlotte's house, it was to watch the final draft of the movie.I drove home and sat in my truck in front of my house for the longest time. I didn't really want to go in. Mostly I just wanted to get out of Charlotte's place, away from all the oppressive tension that had built up. So after about thirty minutes I. You caress my sides, arms, stomach and breasts; each caress is firm and fiery, yet also gentle and loving. I feel you undo my jeans as I feel you kiss my shoulder. You kiss down my back as you lower my pants. I lift my feet, so you can remove them completely. I now stand before you, with my hands still on the door, in only my black bra and panties. You turn me around, slowly because you don’t want to aggravate the problem with my ears, and you pull me against you. My hands rest upon your chest. I have spent five years and considerable cash to outfit my home with all kinds of fun things, and I don't just mean BDSM gear. In one downstairs bedroom I have no bed, only a Harley that is used for having sex (the engine is blown out). On the wall in this room is a display of various colored dildos ranging from small to "your not sticking that thing in me" in size. The second bedroom has a "Y" chair with appropriate eyelets for various bondage and a breeding bench, also with eyelets to allow.