"I'm afraid that I'm not sure what it is?" I said with a still puzzled tone.The three women giggled and exchanged glances and some words in a language...that I did not understand. Finally, one of them cleared her throat."It's a butt-plug" she said. "But not just any butt-plug. The tail signifies that you are now owned.... owned by your Daddy."I must have turned many shades of red and quickly put it back into the box and turned and headed for the dressing room. Once in the room, I quickly removed. It hurt like hell, when he laid his lumber to me,he urged his cock a little at a time into my upturned ass.I could feel the head of his cock at my ass. He was trying to get into meand I did my best to let him in. He told me to push out a little and I didand when I relaxed he pushed into me. I could feel that thickmushroom-headed b**st at my hole. I felt the tears well up in my eyes andI could feel his body heat as he inched ever so slowly into me. Michellesat on her knees with her fingers. “There, safe and sound in a lockbox behind the dash. No customs agent is going to find that. By the time he does, the car will have driven off or self-detonated. Oh, that’s one thing you should know: the battery pack is an experimental zinc-ion version, with a very special catalyst. Nice and small, but not very stable. It’s one reason we armoured the thing: so that a stray bullet doesn’t blow you up. But you can short it, and then it’s KABOOM. Hole in the ground.”“Lovely,” said the car, in. She was trying to be slow and seductive, and she was doing a good job - I was literally twitching with excitement - but I knew she was barely able to contain herself and it wasn't long before she was sucking me as hard as she could. I got to fondle her breasts for the first time and they were just the right size for me to get a firm grip to squeeze them firmly at the same time. She was still sucking on me hard, her head was bobbing back and forth, and I unbuttoned her blouse without.