" Vicki apologized, sounding rather regretful. I didn't say anything and tried not to look at her. "Please..." Vicki said again. Again, I didn't ans...er which obviously hurt her. But I was still pretty angry at Vicki for what she'd done to me and didn't really care too much at the moment. When the teacher called for everyone to be seated a moment later, Vicki turned away from me with tears in her eyes. Somehow, even though I was still upset with her, the sight hurt. She was my friend, wasn't. I'm cumming and making a mess on the floor. I scoop up some of my cum from my pussy and put my fingers in my mouth. MMM the taste of my cum. I stop with my ass and bend over the bed. I take the glass dildo and shove it deep in my pussy from the back.I'm pumping my pussy and lifting my left leg, for more depth. The ridges on the dildo feel sooo good. I turn around, lay back on the bed and continue to get myself off again. I rub my cum on my tits and lick my fingers clean. I lay in bed. They should get very round and very hard then." I would like to try that."I also phoned Cecil Sundrich, the old machinist and his gruff personality shone true to form, till I got into the making of perfect spheres with a machine. He had been consulted on making the hard plates for the machine in the first place and was probably hoping for this call but would never admit it. I also figured that the old rascal seemed to be sweet on Mrs Howard. This is where the idea that opposites attracted could. Karen returned in less than three minutes with her small black bag, and Laura locked the door behind her again. They went together into the bedroom. Laura shut that door too, as usual."How long has it been since we did this?" she asked casually."Too long," Karen said, stripping off her clothes."You're in such a hurry for me to hurt you?" Yes." How did you stand it this long?" I didn't. I've been using the nipple clamps and the whip by myself, at home. It's so sick." Isn't it sick when I do it.