I brought a hand up, brushing the still moist locks of hair from my face. A flash of pearly white teeth appeared as I chewed my lower lip, mentally co...sidering the potential ramifications of my actions. The inner battle raged on as I forced myself to recline back into the cushions, tapping my fingers idly over my visible abdomen, one set of slender little toes mimicking the tapping of my fingers on the edge of the coffee table. The TV was just background noise now as I let my gaze settle on the. You gather them all and gently pile them on my reading table. Watching you do this, I notice how much care you take. You treat them as though they are made of gold, which to me, they are. You intuitively understand their importance. I am starting to fall for you. You push me down onto the bed and kneel over me. I lay still, except for my hands which are running up and down your smooth, exposed back, only just making contact with the skin. I trace your beautiful shape out with my hands. Once. He looked at me and was like don't you know what I mean? I said no tell me? he said I want to fuck your ass and I was shocked and he said yes I want to spread those ass cheeks and stick my cock in the hole in-between it and fuck it so hard that you can barely sit well for a week. I said you mean my? he said yes your asshole, anus, shitter, shithole,shitbox, poop chute, backdoor call it whatever you like, I want to bury my cock in it. He said why do I think men are attracted to my ass and I said. At the bottom of the closet, was a large plastic container, as Clyda had said. Jordan guessed that it was about two gallons in size. As Jordan returned to the first room with the container, she saw that Clyda had been busy while she was away. Clyda was applying the protective lotion to one of the large plastic type sheaths that Jordan had seen used on Tiffany during the Milking Ritual. "Glad you're back, love," said Clyda. "I just need a little help here, and then we're almost ready to get.