It pulled up easily and I saw it was a braided wire – stainless steel by the looks of it. As I pulled it up the little metal gasket it was attached ...o came up as well. Along with that came a small stainless steel ball with a screw on cap that was attached to the other end of the braided wire. It was covered with gasoline of course, so I took it over to a workbench nearby and found a shop cloth to wipe it down with. It took a bit of muscle to break the screw cap free, but it opened, and I poured. ”Trixie sighed, “I’d sure like it to be and maybe Frank would too. We just don’t even talk about it.”The older woman said with conviction, “You need something different to spice up your banging.”The housewife sighed again, “We’ve tried doing it in the laundry room and in the backyard and stuff like that but it’s pretty tough with growing kids around all the time.”Her friend laughed, “No, I mean really different. Like a new man fondling and fucking you. There is nothing like it to bring. “Oh my god. Holy shit!” She whispered and gripped the sheets with one hand and my hair with the other. My tongue swirled inside her pussy and started flicking her clit. She moaned so load it almost scared me and she arched her back, taking at a contorting angle. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” She begged, so I went faster. After about 30 seconds of her looking like she couldn’t breathe, the color started to return to her face and she almost shouted. “You’re going to make me cum!” So I. No way could that be him, could it? I was tempted to reply to the text but had been told never to respond to messages, simply obey them. I looked again and as I did the headlights flashed twice, shit, that really was the car and he wanted me to walk to him. I thought there and then of backing out, of simply driving home and putting the whole thing down to a perverted fantasy, but part of me was urging me on, pushing me to go that little bit further. Almost as if in a trance I opened my door and.