"Carnation's best, my love, bon appetite!," he said, though he knew she could hear nothing. As he poured, he watched the figure stuck immobile upon t...e slab, her stomach moving visibly. "She's full now, I'll bet," he muttered. Setting the half empty pitcher in the corner, he removed the tube from its connection on the mask, and headed for the sprayer. The equipment that Mr. Dodds wheeled over to Mandy's motionless side appeared to be a common paint sprayer, and was, except for minor. I'm going to be the envy of all the girls!" No worries on that front, Martha. I'm only there for you," I said, telling her the truth, because I was only attending because she had more-or-less insisted on it.She came out into the living room and joined me. She was checking herself out in the full-length mirror. Her hair was perfectly coiffed, her make-up subtle, but effective, and the dress, perfect. She had a small matching purse, and a jacket that she could put on that went down to her. The drive there was not too bad; having Jeremiah in the car allowed them the commuter lane. They were both fairly relaxed, listening to their favorite playlist. Earlier, to settle his revved up jets, she'd given him a blow-job. Now as she peeked at him, she could see his excitement growing. She was seriously tempted to suck him off again... then again, maybe not, he was a loose cannon when he was aroused and she wanted to make it there alive. When they arrived at her house, Samantha answered. When I felt I had control over my cock I slowly withdrew. It sucked out of her cunt with a wet squelch. I climbed to my feet and moved towards my ultimate target.The woman was large and heavy in build. Blindfolded she was bent forward in the stocks, large breasts hung down from her chest, her ankles fastened to a spreader bar forcing her legs wide apart. At her face a tall slim grey haired man, older than myself, fed his tool into her slurping mouth. My eyes focussed on the other end of her.