You lead me inside, but any hopes I have of a rest before continuing arequickly dashed. I'm made to stand, legs wide apart, before my wrists are relea...edand quickly re-fastened above my head. A small rubber butt plug is then insertedinto my rear, heightening the sensations your latex-clad finger started. A short pause is followed by the feeling of you attaching something to mywaist. I brace myself, expecting more pain, but none comes. Instead, you askme to pick up each foot in turn and you roll. Nancy, my wife and he all started kissing. Their tongues chasing each others between their lips. The k**, still didnt move his hand from my wife’s pussy. Nancy, reached down and started stroking his still erect, wet, cum drenched cock with her left hand, while rubbing my wife’s ass with her right. She then guided the k**s hard dick right at the entrance to my wife’s pussy. Firmly holding the base of his monster cock, she pushed a couple inches of hard dick into my wife’s wet hole. Nancy then. . . I . . . Uh . . . Found some more pictures of your mother,” he added sheepishly. “I swear I didn’t look at them very long.” His eyes shifted aimlessly in an attempt to avoid my gaze. “I . . . Uh . . . Just wanted to make sure you got everything.”Don’t sweat it. You did what I asked you to do.” He gave me a sidelong glance; his face wary, unsure of my reaction. “Harold, me and my family are eternally grateful for your help. I won’t forget it.” I gave him a reassuring smile. He then rummaged. Same I think for nearly all of the other super-heroines that I’ve met so far. You’re all Sapphists ... and most of you nearly exclusively lesbian. Odds are that none of you, including yourself, would find any long term romance with a man, such as myself, satisfying or enduring. I’d just be an isolated, momentary, object of dalliance. In fact, chances are that none of your relationships with other women have been particularly enduring either. As a heroine ... and not to mention the reality of.