A tentacle appeared before my eyes, this one with an attachment on the end of it. There was no mistaking the purpose of that attachment and it was as ...if the machine itself wanted me to see it before moving it downwards towards my wet and aching cunt. It probed at my opening for a while before slowly but insistently pushing its way inside. It was by no means the biggest I had ever had but it was relentlessly hard, thrusting deep inside and finding all the right places. I tried to relax into it. The tradition that admission to this exclusive committee was by invitation only remained as a condition. The original committee had consisted of herself and her 'Housekeeper' plus a few close female business associates within her social circle. The local vicar at the time was not to keen on the idea of men 'ogling' young women and feared for the moral welfare of those involved. His mind and that of his flock were put at rest when they found out that no men would be involved and that. Aber ich Trottel hatte auch meinen Beruf an den Nagel gehängt, so stand ich nun quasi mittellos auf der Straße, meine Existenz war zerstört. Den Kopf in den Sand stecken wollte ich aber auch nicht. So nahm ich mir am nächsten Morgen eine Zeitung und machte mich auf Wohnungssuche.Gleich in der ersten Zeile sprang mir eine Anzeige entgegen:Mitbewohner gesucht, für eine Zweizimmerwohnung in Berlin-Mitte, vorzugsweise weiblich - 135 Euro warm pro Monat.Ich war Feuer und Flamme und rief sofort an.. ’ She sounded disappointed. ‘Nothing? Really?’ I wasn’t convinced. ‘I just wanted to see what you were doing, that’s all. Don’t worry about it.’ ‘Okay, I won’t.’ I did though, wondering if she had been going to ask me out. I thought about it for the rest of the week and into the weekend. ~~~~0000~~~~ The week after the bike incident there was not much flirting between Angie and I. We still chatted but some of the light heartedness and banter between us had gone. Monday went by and we were on.