” I gave her a weak smile and went to join my wife. She was holding a large flesh-colored dildo -- bigger than my own cock at its hardest -- that ...urved upward slightly. “Think this is too big?” she asked. “I wouldn’t know,” I said. “Maybe something a bit smaller,” she said. “I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” “That’s for me ?” I asked. “Sure, honey,” she said, leering. “Well, I don’t know.” “Look,” she said, bending close. “Last night you had your dick up my backside. Don’t you want to feel. She heard noises and knew it was time. Pausing her writing, she held herself in position, certain he would get the picture. She heard him come down the hall and then stand there, most likely looking at her as she typed slowly.He saw the laptop, saw how she was laying, and didn’t say a word as she was finishing up. He came over, running his hand over her bottom, glancing at the laptop before he was behind her and she could not see.“After last night, all that happened, and in the grass, you are. But this means you must entertain me.’ ‘I suppose.’ Chapter 39 – A Strange Castle We were headed south on the motorway toward Graz and the Slovenian border. Sing and Ben were in front, and Amelia was traveling in the other van this morning. Helen and Anne were sitting on me, sipping their coffee with the remains of an amazing pastry that had been provided by the inn, where we had stayed the night in great comfort. I was given sips and small bites. ‘We want the whole story. All the details. Was. Hell, I’ll go with it. Krystal is a very thorough girl when it comes to cleanliness apparently. She handed me the shampoo and turned around. I took my cue. I lathered her up, working my fingers into her fur. I was meticulous, making sure I got everywhere. I could tell she was very careful and self conscious of her fur, so I took extra special care, making sure everything was clean. As I worked on the hair on her head, massaging her scalp I could feel her relax in my hands. I could tell she.