I was unable to move more than two steps onto any of the porches and always found myself at the bottom of the steps. I finally gave up and went to loo... for Owen at the rear of the houses. I found him just approaching the back of the last house in this row."Did you have any luck?" I asked, as he approached."No, none, all of the back doors are locked and when I tried them, I found myself several feet from the house and the door, but had no memory of moving there," he told me."Yes, about the same. When I arrived I was greeted formally by an elegant woman in her early 50's, not pretty but definately not bad looking either, with a nice smile and, although I tried hard not to look, a very ample bosem, as well as a surprisingly shapely, and large, booty (something I am a fan of). After giving her (a not as subtle as I thought) quick look over, I introduced myself and she led me up 2 flights of stairs to the loft. As I looked around I realised this would be more work than I thought, as aswell. Wellhung had selected a Pocket Rocket clitoral stimulator for his next procedure. He had an objective in mind. He was going to make Michelle climax again, but this time something would be different. He knew that when Michelle had an orgasm she experienced very strong vaginal contractions. Her contractions would tend to expel the plug. However, it would not be easy because it had been inflated to eight squeezes when going in, but now it was at ten. Pushing the widest part of the plug out through. It had been three months since I’d first worn Justine’s clothes and almost every ounce of spunk I’d spilt since that moment had gone into an item of Justine’s clothes. I had my own collection in my bedroom – but nothing was as sexually thrilling as ‘shopping’ in Justine’s bedroom. What might I find today? I saw them as soon as I got on the far side of the bed; a crumpled knot of cotton, casually discarded. I could picture the scene in my mind: the absent work clothes carefully folded over the.