You keep stretching them out."She looked back at me and I continued, "You aren't wearing any panties but you did wear a pair here tonight. They are a ...hong with a patch of blue in the front. They are in the pocket of the man on your left. Maybe he will be kind enough to show us." It really got people to start laughing.An argument started with the two women going at it first. "Did you fuck my husband already? I thought we were going to talk about this." They went on for a few minutes when the. Theydid deeply into my sore, sore nipples. You lead me to a sawhorse thathas a modified top. Along the length of the sawhorse, the normally squarededge has been brought to a wicked point. You push a huge, wide dildodeep inside me, and then have me straddle the sawhorse. I have to standon my tiptoes to keep the sharp sawhorse edge from biting deeply into my flesh. Youtake the chains from the nipple clamps and attach them to the ceiling - inmy tiptoe position, they are already pulling painfully.. ”“What’s that?” I asked.“When you’re in Japan, you make your own rules.”I laughed, “I’ll be staying at the villa of an 82-year-old Japanese 9th Dan karate master. The only other person I know who will be there is 7th Dan master named Robert. I suppose their wives will be there, but I actually never asked if they were married or if their spouses were still alive. I suspect Sensei Robert’s might be given he’s in his sixties.”“According to Elyse, girls seem to simply fall into your lap! And you. Gabe was sexy. Not overly good looking but he had a great laugh, was confident as hell and loved making me cum. He also had a great cock and did literally anything to turn me on. He found my weakness in telling me stories of other people fucking. I really don’t know how that started, but I still get myself off thinking of some of the stories he told me. I want to share some of them with you. Gabe had lived all over the world. He lived in Amsterdam at one point and he always brought the.