You're already craving it deep, hard, fast, and even a little brutal. She slides just slightly back. You don't know if it's a relief or a disappoint...ent. She slides back forward. The pearls of your thong are pulled slightly in with the dildo and rub on your lips in the most amazing way. Holy shit! Your getting fucked with a dildo. No, a strap on. Her hands are still on your hips and she's not holding it, so it must be a strapon.You can't help but open your eyes and look behind you. There she. The brief moment of guilt that washed over her face was all the confirmation that he needed. They'd known each other too long for him to miss that expression. "Valerie, what going on here?!?!" Tugging at his bonds, he demanded, "Untie me right now?"She said nothing, having grabbed a towel to wipe up the spilt water, refusing to look at him. Now that her plan was being played out, she had reservations. It was all working exactly the way she had imagined it would except that she hadn't imagined. He heard Bishop Erasmus spout forth about the past 7 days activities of the Church of the Black Staff and how the Young Men's Bible study groups under the tutelage of the older ladies of the church had been such a revelation and joy. Of the young men who had never previously done anything with their stiff cocks other than masturbate now understood that they were free to use the new skills in the way that God intended and to go forth and impregnate any white woman who had been similarly shown. It was the first time in a long time that I had felt, really felt, like part of a family.The first sign that I should, in retrospect, have noticed was the overly obsequious maitre d' who fawned appropriately over Eoin, Elizabeth, and Lady Spencer. The wrong note in his act, looking back, was his joyous subservience to me upon learning I was Eoin's niece celebrating a birthday while his deep blue, nearly purple, eyes burned into us with an almost manic triumph that I mistook for greed. I thought.