It looks bigger than my vibrator.” She continued, saying, “I’ve used a vibrator for quite some time now as Ron is unable to... well you know…...anymore.” She reached over to a bedside cabinet and opens the top draw, reached in and pulled out a vibrator. It was black and about six or seven inches long. She placed it alongside my cock. With a bit of a shock to her voice, said, “Bloody hell, Bob, your cock's longer than my vibrator, and frigging much fatter!” I asked, “Are you okay with it, you. As his shirt fell to the ground, she admired his silhouette in the moon light. He let her kiss every inch of his body. “Fuck me, now,” she pleaded, almost begged. She laid herself down and pulled him on top of her. She spread her legs open as he positioned himself on top of her. Their bodies went together like they were made for one another. His hands couldn’t help but trace every part of her body. She felt his hands on her breasts, her ass and her thighs. It was so intense, it was almost. You'll have the pack horses, too." You'll carry a rifle across your lap to look like you're ready. Laura, you just don't have the wood skills, yet. We would not be comfortable leaving you somewhere while we check things out."Bennie said, "Actually, the fire's the bait. You're playing the part of a fish enticed by the bait. Your job is to try not to get hooked but let us see the fishers." Okay, I'll do it. If I do get hooked, do something unpleasant to the fisherman."It took only a few minutes. If I wasn't hungry before she started lacing me into that corset every day, I sure wasn't after. The crushing sensation was really uncomfortable, too. She said I would get used to that after a while.To take my mind off my physical discomfort, she took me 'back to school' to focus my attention on something else. I began learning what she called "Street Speak", that odd patois of slang, euphemisms, malapropisms and bad grammar that she claimed was the common currency of the life she had known so.