"Irmy withdraws, and slathers my boi-pussy generously, in lube. (I meanthere's pain and then there's PAIN!!)Sie reinserts, and starts humping me, slo...ly. "Better, shatzie?"I nod. It's not super comfortable down there, it's still metal, but thediscomfort, yeah I can work with that.Irmy really starts humping me. This is clearly a big thrill for hir.I'm sort of into it, but part of me, is well, feeling a little weirdabout it, as well. Irmy starts making a racket. What if we get caught?Does. This place was 1000 years old. I was worried that this was some bait and switch. She texted her room was the very last. Here I went late in the afternoon, carrying a bag of weed into a crappy motel to fuck a hooker, bareback I had just texted on line. My heart was thumping. I knocked. She opened the door and it should have sounded like a choir. Her perfect framed body wearing a white satin half robe and pink thigh highs. She stood all of 5'1 and might have weighed in a 105. Her hair was short. Aisha helped her up, holding her by the waist, and Manu placed the cornu on the cross. She could feel the tip of the instrument, at her pussy's entrance."Remember," he whispered in her ear, "take it in the ass."She had very little breath to answer, and what breath she had, she did not want to waste in answering; instead, she gasped, hoarsely:"I love you."She let herself down on the bladed head. She found out she did have enough breath to scream.It was tearing her asshole. The four blades were. Without warning, she asked “What sister?”Those words came out of nowhere “My sister. She was there on the stage with me when I played the second song.”“What?” she breathed “Darling, you were all alone on the stage all this time. You were playing something wild, then, you began crying. I thought of taking you away from the stage but then you played again. And that was the most beautiful song I have ever heard.”If this is a joke, it is not a funny one. I don’t know how to react at those words and.