There was scattered laughter and applause from the crowd. I was no longer scared or even nervous. I could not wait to get the show started.First, th...y had me get onto the machine on all fours. There were two padded pockets for my knees and two padded pockets with a small handle for my hands. The way the machine was made is that when I was put in place there was nothing under me, no bed or platform. I was basically "mounted" on four strong wood columns that had the padded pockets attached. I had cum all over my balls and all of this was new to me. I loved it. Bonnie had her face on the rug, probably getting rug burned. She was saying "Fuck," each time I bottomed out in her. I felt her fingers from one hand slide into her cunt next to my cock. She massaged the underside of my cock and tried to grab the head each time I pulled back. It was too slippery in there for her to hang onto anything.I came the first time then, my cock deep up into her as I added my cum to what was. I told her that I would go nuts with desire as he pulled his spent cock out of her pussy and I sucked his cum and her pussy juice into my mouth and swallowed it all. I explained that she would then have a life full of all the hot cock she felt like bringing home and using, as long as she never cheated on me and had an emotional relationship with another man - that it was our relationship, and the men I wanted her to bring home and fuck were just sex toys for her to use. I wanted her to use men. Amazing. Emma had never felt even the first twinge of an impending cum when Peter and she made love, and even if she had, she knew she couldn’t manage one in the short time he’d be inside her. Except for those rare occasions when he’d touch her, she usually had to wait until he’d fallen asleep before she could gain her own relief. Peter was a good man, but not imaginative in bed, according to what she knew of Victorian mores — or those of her new neighbor, at least. Almost as if of their own.