The constant whirring noise is not sexy at all. In fact, it's irritating. How can I concentrate on orgasming when that thing is whining away like an e...ectric toothbrush?’‘No...no, of course not...the n...noise is...unforgivable...ah...the dildo? I could use the dildo...’‘Which one, darling? We have two now.’‘Ah...yes...of course...yes, we have two. The big fat one?’That was an understatement! That black dildo was as thick as my wrist and Lily had delighted in pointing out to me just how much. Thanks and I hope you enjoy. I can feel the heat and the throbbing of my clit as it starts to swell. It's getting wet. I'm horny again. That's nothing new, I'm always horny thanks to the testosterone. But the feeling is overwhelming now, I need to do something about it. I excuse myself to the washroom. I barely get the door locked before I'm fumbling to get my belt buckle undone. My pants and boxer briefs go down in one swift motion, bunched up around my ankles. I sit down on the closed toilet. She listened and could hear Daryll lotioning his cock. Daryll threw the bottle aside and inched closer towards her. He began pushing his cock inside her asshole. She let out a huge scream of pain. Daryll grabbed her hips and struggled as he continued to push his huge, Black cock as far as he could inside her ass. Sweat began pouring down both of their foreheads as he continued to push inside; she clinched her teeth and shut her eyes tightly. Naturally, she wanted to tighten her ass, But Daryll. There were maids kissing. There was a gallery of men indifferent colored maid's dresses.My breathing had gone shallow. My mouth was dry.I put the magazine back, and I noticed I was erect.. I went to thebathroom and washed my face. I tried to forget about the magazine, butI could not.That evening, Cynthia came home and dropped her briefcase on the table.I brought her a gin-and-tonic.She took her drink, and she looked like she was going to say something.Finally, she patted the couch beside her,.