When I returned, I spotted a letter on the mat outside my front door. The writing on the envelope was familiar. Not again; not another test of my will...ower, I thought. I pulled it open, and was surprised when two photographs fell out, onto the ground. One skipped a few inches in the breeze. When I held them up close I was shocked. I looked around to make sure that no one else could see me. And then I looked again. One photograph showed a full pair of breasts, clad in a red and black lacy bra,. ‘That’s not what you said last time we shared a bathroom,’ replied Sarah still playing the temptress. ‘That clearly was a huge mistake,’ I responded zipping up my pants quickly. ‘Don’t worry about zipping up,’ continued Sarah as she undid her dress so the two strips in front fell off her body and her two heavenly tits pointed directly at me. Even though I had seen them before they were still amazing and she took advantage of my mental lapse to lock the door and walk up to me, ‘In fact why don’t. He crossed out his name as editor and decided to change it to a pseudonym. He thought about a name, considering several until he decided on ‘Mark Strawman.’ It was as good a name as any. He read the other names presented there. Cliff was the president, Wanda was listed as the webmistress, Sandra was in charge of advertising, Edward Long was the photographer, and Lesley Wright was the art director. He had no idea who the last two people were, but he assumed they were people that the Metchettes. My own pussy was still very excited, it had just about calmed down enough to let me touch it again, and I pushed two fingers deep into my pussy. I hadn’t slid the toothbrush inside me so my little vagina was craving something to slide deep inside it, begging me for something wider. I had an idea and popped into the kitchen, picking up the large wooden rolling pin. It looked ominously thick, similar width to the giant cock I’d been watching on the video. I went up to my room to where I had.