Rosalyn pulled the neon dildo from Link's body and peered at his gaping hole with wonder. It was disgusting and beautiful all at once. She had the sud...en urge to lick it, but knowing it would be foul, suppressed the impulse. Instead she checked for signs of injury. There was no blood, though he was rather red and raw. More lube, perhaps.“Are you- Are you finished?” Linked gasped out, still not taking his cheek off the floor like a good boy.“Not just yet, darling.” Rosalyn soothed, squeezing. "OK then, show us your cocks! Put your hands down at your sides."The guys were pretty scared, and their dicks were almost as small as if they had just been swimming in an ice fishing hole."They sure don't look like much, do they Leah. They were a lot bigger before."The boys started blushing again at the comments they were making."Yeah, guys, make them get bigger, you know, a hard on. Play with them, like I've seen you do in the shower, Jerry." Leah!" Jerry exclaimed, and then a lot quieter. I grabbed a few half melted ice cubes out of the champagne bucket and plopped them into my mouth. I then lowered my face to Rachel’s chest and slowly exhaled the ice cold water out of my mouth to cool her skin. Now she sighed in appreciation. That seemed like the perfect moment to quickly thrust the mouth and neck of the bottle up inside her pussy as far and fast as I could, burying it in a single stroke, finishing with a flourish by twisting it ninety degrees. Rachel’s hips displayed her. Perhaps she wouldn’t come, he thought, and then at last when he was beginning to give up hope, the doorbell rang.After closing the door he took her coat and hung it carefully on the stand before ushering her into the drawing room. Without saying a word she moved around the room looking at the many modern objets d’art he had collected as well as the photographs in their silver frames of his wife and children. Finally, she stopped at the window and gazed out at the view of the Bois de Boulogne.