" Well get it."She heard him fumble in the dark. "Shit!" What?" I think some spilled." Dear, that stuff stains!" Then I guess we'll always have someth...ng to remind us of this night. Now, assume the position."She sat up on all fours, biting her lip and whimpering a little as she felt Stephen's hand spread the cold, wet gel around her sensitive hole. It warmed up after a second, and she sighed, then squealed as Stephen's hand slapped the side of her ass.The bedsprings creaked and she felt him. We also heard the Chamber Orchestra in a Prokofiev, Shostakovitch, Tchaikovsky concert at the City Recital Hall – a far more intimate venue.It was mid-November when Rachel asked: "What should I wear?" Eh?" To the wedding! I'm certainly not getting a traditional gown." I hope not! And not virgin white, either. But do you want to get something special?" I think I ought to. But not white: that's the death color in Japan." Oops! Eggshell? Pastel? Pale blue or rose?" What were you intending?" I was. Loosening up was simple, an expanding dildo, force it in, pump up the hydraulics till she screams or moo's let it down again, and repeat. The pain was unbearable but the pleasure itself was extreme.The next operation was purely practical, a coating of hard plastic over her teeth, she would spend hours chewing and her natural teeth would wear too quickly, a swift injection and it was completed long before she woke.The next day was an anticlimax, she was led into hospitality stall 2, her waist. 15, my chat window opened and Sexy Mama was there. I opened up with a very weak “Hi”. I could think of nothing else to say, I felt foolish being like this with someone I had only spoken to once before.She opened up with, “I would like to know your real first name as it seems we are going to chat a lot. You may call me Mama.”I hesitated and said, “Sue."She responded by saying, “well Sue it’s nice to meet you again.” I smiled to myself and so the evening began and what a great evening it was with.