There was a handle at one end and two wheels at the other.“Nervous?” Della whispered into Trudy’s ear.“A little.” She confessed.“Well don�...�t because, as I said it’s actually quite a nice way to go to sleep.” Della spooned Trudy like she would a cuddly toy. From Trudy’s vantage point she could see the ‘Matron position the cylinder into the centre of the room.“Ready when you are madams.” She said to Anna & Bess.“Ladies?” The two women enquired of their guests in unison. Affirmative murmurs reached. I am tall, athletic and light-skinned. I have no tattoos and have no body hair apart from on the top of my head (I keep my pubic area thoroughly shaved). In my younger days, I was considered "pretty", rather than handsome, with blonde hair, blue eyes and totally clean-cut. In my mind, I was a mobile Roman statue, a vision to be admired, not to be threatening. Even now, after all these years, this is still my self-image, with at least a little justification.I like to walk in the neighbourhood. My tongue swirled and twirled with his throughout the process. As I leaned in closer to him, I could feel his cock pressing against my belly button and knew that he was clearly taking this opportunity to rub his dick against me. Therefore, I broke the embrace, crossed my arms and took a few steps back. “You nasty bastard. Look at that cock you have there. So hard and ready. But, I think its missing something wet….” I commented, staring at his manhood. “I agree! It is missing out the wetness of. So the wall clock showed 4 pm and she breathed a sigh of relief for she had managed to kill the time without resorting to playing with herself, although her cunt was now soaking wet and traces of her juices were starting to slide down her leg.In her bathroom she slowly stripped off her clothing, she could not help but look at her large firm tits in the mirror, cutely framed by her long blonde hair. She secretly thought her stomach was becoming a little podgy, but she prided herself that her.