It might read like a fantasy to the uninformed. Her style of play not mine at all.She uses only a few foxy tricks. She alternates between pleading lov...e on a wall.She intermits it with private messages to her most well worded admirers, not all.She seeks to enslave them into her spell of obvious outside beauty, all know well.She shows her dark side and black part of soul in manipulating messages to them all.How hot and devilish she plays her games with her stupid 'slaves', blunt blind guys.How. She was like, makin’ out with this other girl in some of them, and they were both gettin—well, uh, there was a guy too, and you can, ahem, you can probably guess all of that, right? They were crazy. Turned my whole world-view like, upside-down. That’s when I really like, broke out on my own and got all independent." “Okay…?” Emily mumbled. “Well, here’s the thing,” Samantha said slowly. “My Mom—again, Aunt Rachel to you—has this meltdown a few days ago, and drags me to this funeral today,. ?" Melinda's voice trailed off. "Lovemaking I think you mean to say. Yes it is. However you will be there and will be a full participant. In other words it will be a mutual experience much like natural conception. We try to do things as naturally as possible here." The look of puzzlement caused her to continue. "Let me explain. The host is constrained in a special rig of our own design. This spreads her legs wide and back which pushes her vagina high and makes it accessible. She is then covered. Then, send it to me.’ I did what she asked. I took it out of my anus and held it up to my face. Click. I took the picture and sent it to her. I waited for another text, but none came. What was I supposed to do, now? I waited 5 more minutes, and finally called her cell. It went straight to voice mail. After a few more minutes, I decided I’d better insert the plug into my ass again, in case she came back to our room. Then, I waited, and waited some more. I tried sitting on the bed and watching.