“Did we do something wrong? Did I do something wrong?”“Not at all, My pet” replied Connie. “This is designed to address all of your concerns... not confuse you. Just be still and I’ll answer all of your questions.” As Connie took the anal hook from my daughter and walked back to my wife, who was slumped over the back of the chair. Connie opened my wife’s ass-cheeks and leaned down, spitting on my wife’s little asshole. Connie then slowly inserted the shiny chrome ball until it disappeared, and my. When we broke, she said, damn, how am I supposed to work now. I said, yeah I know. My cock was so hard now, and I am betting, she was quite wet. As we drove back, she wrote down her address and number for me, and I gave her my number. When she was getting out, at the store, she leaned back to me and kissed me again and said she had a great time today, and hoped to see me again tomorrow, at lunch time. I told her I probably wouldn’t be in, since I had to meet with a client. She gave a little. She then kissed me, and slid off the worktop, down to her knees, to give my cock a few kisses and a final suck. Later that evening, I entered the bedroom, undressed and standing in just my boxer shorts, looked over to Jenny. She was naked, her back to the wardrobe mirror, inspecting the butt plug as it nestled between her butt cheeks, her heavy breasts swaying as she bent forward to allow her the best view of her ass. She looked so hot, and despite our earlier exertions, my cock rose to. I then put on my sheer nylon swim trunks that I conveniently cut the lining out of, and walked over to her apartment. Upon reaching the apartment, I could see through her window she wasn't the tidiest person. So I assumed she lived alone.I knocked on the door. She opened it and said "Can I help you?", I said "Is Karen home?", she told me I had the wrong apartment. I then made up some story how I live in the area and planned a beach date with this fake girl. Then I asked her if I could use.