"Thank goodness she didn't use aftershave!" was the only thought that popped into my mind."Ok, so much for that. Now let's do something about your fig...re.Get up!" she yelled at me. With these words she grabbed a corsetand put it round my waist. She had some trouble with it, butfinally it was laced up nice and tight, and even though I couldhardly breathe, my excitement mounted. This was of course veryobvious to her, since my cock already stood at full attention."You like that, don't you?" she. She loved the long, empty roads out here in Nevada. That was why she'd moved here from New England. It gave her a chance to be alone, to think, and to sense the lines of force that flowed out from the ancient centers of power. She brushed back her long white-blonde hair and smiled, enjoying the Celtic music on her car's CD and the mood of the afternoon. She was about fifteen miles outside of Reno coming into the city on a back road from her home in the mountains, when she heard the. She came back with lube and wearing a strapon. I looked at her and was about to cry out and say no! but the look on her face, that devilish look she had made me quiet. she put some lube on her fingers and started to press one finger down on my ass. she slipped on finger in as she started sucking my cock hard again. after a minute she slipped another finger in. "your a tight little slut, very tight" she lifted her face from my cock and then took her strapon and moved it up to my ass. i looked. "I took the hint and ordered one for her and two pints of bitter for us.Debbie was a good looking girl except for all the ironmongery stuck in her face. As she smiled and thanked me I saw she had some more metal in her tongue. She must have been all of 18; Wurzel was at least five or six years older than me, which would make him about 10 years older than DebbieIt was practically impossible to make conversation; the insistent disco music loud enough to shatter plate steel and the strobe lights.