The road turned out to be outpast the suburbs. Some of the houses were extremely fancy. Theaddress turned out to be a contemporary set back about 30... feetfrom the road. I knew it must be a million-dollar house. I drove upand Lauren was waiting for me outside the front door. This time shewasn’t reading anything–she seemed to be just standing around,looking for me to arrive.She told me a friend of hers lent her the use of the house and thatBrenda was inside, handcuffed and. The limo driver had been instructed to call ahead when he got to the apartment building.“The guys are here,” Jess said to Amelia and me. “Let’s go meet them.”Jess opened the door, still completely naked. Amelia followed without a care in the world.“Guys! We can’t go outside like this!” I protested, gesturing to my nudity. Strictly speaking, I was very-slightly less nude than the girls were thanks to my cock cage, but it seemed like a technicality.“Don’t be a wuss. It’ll only be a minute,” Jess. “I have spoken to M’sieur Villaume. He is willing to let you try out tomorrow. If you do well, he will start training you on the trapeze along with his own son, during the winter months.”My heart sang with joy. I had wanted this for so long, but had thought it would never be permitted to me. I knew I had the ability to be an aerialist. I had stared for many long hours at the Villaume family up on the trapezes. I knew the basic moves, and had practiced some of them from the branches of. It was pretty erotic watching the black cone stretch her sphincter muscle wider and wider. By the time it was about 3/4 of the way in she was grunting and gasping, still doing her best to relax. I pushed a little harder."Almost there, just a little bit more" I encouraged as the thing stretched her wider still."OH, OW, OH FUCK!" she started to pant. It was nearly there and then with a final extra push the widest part was at her opening and it popped the rest of the way in. She gave a loud.