I just sat there enjoying the random woman. I was in no hurry to cum, and knew I could hold out a long time. I reached down and found her dress and pu...led it up. As I moved my hand towards her cunt, she spread her legs to give me access. When I got to her cunt I found a neatly trimmed mound, and a shaved cunt. I pressed my fingers into her soaked cunt and slid them up to rub her clit. She moaned around my cock. I rubbed it back and forth and she stiffened and clamped her mouth on my cock. She. Kevin asked “have you ever put a butt plug in?”I nodded my head ‘yes’.“Were you able to get it to touch your prostate?”I shook my head back and forth, meaning ‘no’.“I’ve got a long narrow one that should do the trick. I’ll get it.”So I was going to have something touching my prostate while I had all the clothes pins on. I was worried what that would feel like. I figured I would soon find out. Soon Kevin was back and had me lay down on my stomach and clothes pins. He started working the butt. Somehow, Jesse had a feeling her own mental needle was sliding in theopposite direction.Still... she couldn't deny, the idea turned her on. A sexy, submissivebimbo. How many times had Jesse masturbated to that fantasy, in herteens? Had she been the man in that fantasy, or the bimbo? Sometimesshe couldn't tell. She fought the urge to put a finger between herlips, in thought.Who was James? Was his existence defined by his intelligence? Or was hea collection of desires and feelings and memories. He looked slumped and defeated, though his muscles still gleamed in the sunlight. His ... thing ... deflated now, hung down, and still dripped white drops onto the boards of the platform. Miranda was mortified to find herself wondering how they would taste, and broke into a run.Running head-down along the cobbled street required concentration, and diverted her swirling thoughts somewhat from all that she had just witnessed. But only somewhat. And was she imagining a certain ... dampness ... in.