“Yes, it is usual that one’s wife is a female, unless of course one is a Moll --.” I stopped abruptly. It struck me that these two could have a ...loser relationship than being merely work colleagues, and I did not seek to upset them.“European females will find the Egyptian climate extremely challenging.” Lee-Joshin said.“My wife is made of stern stuff, and will take all and every challenge in her stride.”“No, no, no. It is completely out of the question.” Player thumped his desk with a meaty. "I want to savor itjust for a moment."My ego went back from E to F. Where it stays almost all the time.Except for some silly little moments like that one. Still, just to besure, I was getting boobies.While Marty was "savoring," I basked in his admiration. I was thinking,someone who was a baseball pitcher must have big, thick, sweaty armmuscles. And all sorts of calluses and bumps on his fingers and hands.He would be so rough when he touched my delicate parts.He had one little more touching bit. He began squeezing my bare ass and his hands felt like sandpaper to my soft skin. Turning my head slightly, I see him kneel and then his mouth was on my wet pussy. He licked and pulled at the lips. I responded by spreading my legs wider for his probing tongue. Over and over again his tongue flicked over my clit and into my wet hole. My knees began to buckle from the impending orgasm. Just as I was about to cum, he got back up and placed the head of that huge cock at the entrance as my hungry. "You see," she said to me, her foul breath washing over me, "The last toy we had misbehaved. We've not cleaned her things off since then. That will be your task."The lock on the collar was small and brass, but I could never break it. Styur smiled as he regarded me. "You will need to wash, Mosh." I was to find out that "mosh" is a word in their language meaning "toy." It was my new name.I was consequently washed and then taken back to Uma and Styur's hut. I was shown my sleeping cloths on the.