---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Moïra was so anxious to see the materi...l offered that she was there as the doors opened on the first day of the viewing. She had made a pencil marking for some of the lots in the catalogue: the panties worn by Marilyn Monroe when Sam Shaw took the famous picture on the ventilator; a rare pair of a crotch-reinforced panties worn by catfighters in a Cuban brothel; a number of mid-19th. . oh God, it's just here." Calm down. I'm not even touching you. Yet." I still remember the sound the sleeping bag made as she unwrapped me. She stayed there, kneeling on the floor, took my cock in her hand, and made appreciative noises. Then she started stroking. "Is it like this every morning?" No, Steph. Most mornings I don't have a pretty girl stroking my cock. In fact that's never happened before. Not when I was awake anyway." Bad planning." I guess." You think you can listen while I do. ’ Ray nodded. ‘We could go to the farm. Nobody is going to be there until Amy gets home around six. And it’s only five minutes away.’ Ellen smiled. ‘You wouldn’t mind? What about Amy, would she.’ ‘Amy’s instructions to me today were to fuck your brains out, which I fully intend to do. Now where, and how long?’ Ellen leaned in for another tongue wrestling kiss. ‘The farm, until the cows come home.’ Ray lay on his back, Ellen resting on top of him, her pussy engorged with his still erect prick.. .although she didn't use it on me again...which was a constant disappointment.Then after a particularly intense orgasm, while she demanded I fuck myself with my brush, my most constant toy, she shoved the still buzzing, extremely wet toy in my mouth. As I tasted her juices for the first time, I came in seconds...the naughty, submissive, forced act somehow getting me off.Kelly quipped, "You really are a slut, Liz." Just for you and Kevin," I smiled back, the aftertaste of her pussy lingering on.