You begged me to stop almost immediately because you were now getting so sensitive it was starting to hurt, so I just held it there and enjoyed the fe...l of warm sperm sliding across the back of my hand once more. I can tell you it was a very long time since that had last happened to me, so it was lovely to see and feel the power of a man once more as I held and controlled him in such an intimate way.Things weren't over yet though, because my innards were literally crying tears of frustration at. I cupped it in my hand and licked it all over, paying particular attention to the area where her nipple should have been.I stepped back and looked at her wholly naked. My hands exploring the folds of her skin. I stepped into her and in one movement scooped her naked body up in my arms. She looked ashamed as I looked over her while I carried her to the bedroom. I knew she had only ever been with her husband and he had died 30 years ago. Even then I know she was a prude and still refered to. She could smell bacon and toast cooking and knew her dad was attempting to make breakfast. From the slight burning smell she knew that his attempt was not going well. Her dad was great at so many things but cooking had never been his specialty.Sara walked hurriedly into the kitchen and saw him standing in front of the stove mumbling under his breath. Sounded like he said "always burning shit". She giggled and walked over to him quietly. Somehow seeing him there cooking for both of them quieted. Others joined in the chant as he picked up the pussy pump and said to me, “We have to give the people what the people want babe”.. He moved the pump into position on my pussy and pressed it down to create a seal. He took the pump end of the device and instead of being in control of it himself as I had expected he said “Who wants first turn” to the crowd. I didn’t want someone I didn’t know controlling my pussy so I wriggled and tried to show this with my face and eyes but he just looked at me.