“Are you a dancer by any chance?” John asked. Well that got Ashley going talking about dancing, the ballet, jazz dance and her love of music. Ashl...y’s cute blathering was an almost unstoppable babbling brook once it started to flow out of her. They both signed their credit card slips and just stood there, each not quite wanting to end the animated conversation. It was getting to the point, however, when John needed to ask. The conversation was going to end soon, they would each turn and walk in. "You looked lonely, and I prefer bigger girls."Sue asked, "Why?"I asked her, "Do you want an honest answer?" The truth is always best."I gave it to her straight. "Big girls have big tits, and I like the feeling of big tits against my chest."Sue thought about that for a second, smiled, pulled me closer. Hugging me tightly, she crushed her tits into my chest. She asked, "Do you think these are big enough?"While returning her hug, I replied, "I think they're great."When our dance was ended, I. At one point I had to pee and I got up and sort of staggered into the bathroom. It was hard to pee with a hardon but somehow I managed to get most of it in the toilet. I started back into the room but forgot to flush the toilet and when I stepped into the hallway I could see Tom on the couch stroking his cock as he watched the movie. I couldn't help but notice his hard cock and I immediately wanted it. I slipped back into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. What was I. ‘Very pleased, Bubbles,’ he complimented her. She had stretched her asshole with butt plugs, and a dildo, as instructed. He began to work on her with both hands, one to her pussy, and a finger in her asshole. The heated pleasure was becoming too much. She began to wriggle and writhe on his exploring fingers. ‘Master, please!’ she implored. ‘What does Bubbles want?’ he asked. ‘Ohhhh! Please, master, let me cum!’ she screeched. ‘Alright, my little bubbly girl, you deserve a nice big orgasm,’.