Forward and backward, in and out, again and again and again. Diane watched the flywheel turning and the dildo thrusting. She felt it moving back and f...rth within her pussy and she moved her hips a little, trying to adjust the angle at which it penetrated her. "This is called a fucking machine," I told her, watching her lush naked body wiggle against the ropes. "I bought it from a website I came across a few weeks ago." Diane was enjoying what the machine was doing to her. "So why did you tie me. For those who do not eat well, it makes hunger. For those who sleep poorly, it can make sleep. In evening it may be used to make ease in mind from trouble of day. Do you know it?”Oh, I know it all right. I saw plenty of it in college, and not a little since.Cannabis. Mari-fucking-juana.I ask him where he found it and get the answer I’d pretty much expected. There were a whole bunch of plants all together in a small clearing, he says; he knows where they are and can go back for more if I. When I realized she was working days, I made a point to stop in for coffee or something every day, just to see her! I found her to be really sexy and I had even jacked off thinking about her a few times.We had developed a bit of a routine. Most days we would chat briefly while I was at the register, checking my order. If it was slow, I would order chicken wings that she'd have to heat up; this way, I had more time to flirt with her. She enjoyed the flirting and would always flirt back and even. "All the time she was talking, Harry's fingers pushed deep into her heated ass crack violating both her privacy and her dignity as a Preacher's Wife.She loved every second of it.Harry smiled politely into her grateful, sex-starved eyes."You and I must get together for lunch and discuss their opportunities. I own several companies and we are always looking for fresh blood."Sue realized Harry was offering a quid pro quo to her for access to her pussy and ass. She was not entirely turned off by.