They won’t be home for hours. What they don’t know won’t hurt them.’ She stood up and headed for the back-line. ‘I’m going. Who’s gonna ...oin me?’ As usual, it was hard to say no to Jan. She would go without us, and berate us for days for being cowards. Always the wild one. And it seemed that I was the one always paying the price. Rory could talk his way out of anything, and Jan’s parents pretty much had given up trying to control her. Me? I was the one with the parents who still thought I. I had picked it up that morning after getting a second blow job.I kept the room door locked so Cristi (the wife) couldn't peek at preparations for her birthday. I deliberately refused to have sex with her Friday night to heighten both our arousal for Saturday. That was hard to do because she was so curious about the plans for her birthday that she offered to blow me and have anal sex, both of which she seldom did. But I was determined to make this birthday not only special but to reawaken. The grounds were well kept, clean and orderly. Green was everywhere, and the soft air of the late spring rode well across my skin, relaxing me as my stride lessened, slowed. Breathing deeply as I thought of the recent events, I needed to sit down and collect my thoughts. I walked to a nearby stone bench and sat awhile in thought, going over the past hour or so in my head, piece by piece, slice by slice, cut by cut. For it was violent, if not physically then surely mentally. Confrontation with. Crawford’s still stinging cheeks expressed their raw soreness as his anus clenched at the obtrusive plug, the feeling of his cock squeezed tight in the cold metal, excited as much by his own submissiveness, as by the vindictive delight shown by the goading women, and Hope would ensure he fully appreciated the delights of the device ... which had seen a modification carried out just for him.Crawford had noted that the last inch and a half or so of the stubby, downward curving horn, was of a.