We chatted for a bit and flirted and it started to rain a little, so I invited her inside for a cup of tea. We have known each other for years and ch...tted away about this and that, what our offspring were getting up to and stuff. We talked about when we were both going through our divorces, years ago, and the subject arose of why we had never got together. It turned out that she had actually wanted to and I told her that I was gutted at the missed opportunity. We were in the kitchen,. "Your arse is tighter" he said but then the head went past my muscle and he pushed about 7-8" into my arse. Now most of the dildo was buried in our arses and our Master held the middle and slowly moved it back and forward so that each of us slaves could feel the dildo moving in and out of our manholes. "I like it - it looks good" said our Master. Each of us slaves was laying on our back so our Master walked to one end and, because our heads were hanging over the edge of the bed, he was able to. Udit accepted the question and said, "The only Mage I can compare him to from personal experience is John, Avasa's husband. I didn't meet John until I was ten years old. John was ten too. He wasn't a powerful Mage like Sean but his mind..." Udit shook his head. The gesture was mixture of respect, loss of a friend, and amazement at what his friend was. "I was told that John was like Sean when he was young. John was ten when I met him and he was as smart as Sean is. He saw to the heart of things. It suddenly dawned on me then: his disappearance, the special request for the band. He had mapped this whole thing out — and it worked beautifully. ‘When did you think of this?’ I asked, temporarily pulling my face away from his body. ‘It just came to me. I had a feeling that you’d appreciate this.’ ‘You were right,’ I said, nestling my face back into his clavicle. ‘Wait, can you say that again? I don’t think I heard you correctly.’ I shook my head no against him like a child would, and we.