He let me play and experiment on his cock, allowing me to test different levels of pressure and different speeds of rubbing. I was like a little kid w...th a new toy- I wanted to try everything I could, I tickled it and stroked it and massaged the head. When my other hand cupped his balls he grunted and thrust his hips up to meet my hand. I was fascinated by his response and started squeezing and massaging his balls as I stroked his cock. I loved watching his face as well, his eyes were closed. Threads and remnants of life's reality appeared in his dream and were woven into a mental tapestry, depicting shards of the events that led to her departure: his layoff from the factory at the beginning of summer, the long lines at the unemployment office, the days spent wandering around the house feeling useless and unwanted, his wife's goodbyes sounding more like accusations as she left for work each morning, the anger that built up with each passing minute, the long moments spent staring. Not surprising at all, and pardon me for saying, but I think such a talent could be very useful. Perhaps not to you, so much ... but to me, to my organization, in your service. Very useful indeed, I'm thinking," Pietor mused.The object of the conversation was sitting a few feet away in another chair, with a plate of refreshments and a cup of Michael's best evil brew at hand. One would think he was paying little attention, but the knowing glint in his eyes betrayed his real feelings. Truth be. ‘Put it in me again,’ Max pleaded.‘Are you sure?’ I asked, ‘Do you want me to fuck your bum with it?’‘Yes,’ she said simply.‘Yes what?’ I asked again, slipping into a dominant role, ‘Tell me what you want me to do.’‘Please put the vibrator into my bum and shag me with it,’ Max said quietly.‘Sorry?’ I said.‘Please put the vibrator into my bum and fuck me with it,’ Max demanded, wriggling underneath me with frustration.I lubricated the dildo again, just in case and leant forward over Max. Her.