I exploded. My orgasm ripped through me taking me with it. My body was fullof fireworks and the sound of waves breaking and almost painful pleasure. I...became aware of the fact that you were holding me down with your weight asI thrashed around, gradually calming, not believing what you'd done to me. "I might have to gag you next time, and tie you firmer." You joked.My body hit another small peak. My hands were still restrained in our fantasy. You began teasing me with your cock. Taking yourself. I always kept a picture of my wife in a skimpy bikini on a beach on my nightstand and there it was. In the very last picture Tommie had a dildo stuck in her pussy. I recognized that dildo because I had bought it for my wife not too long ago. I also recognized the fancy fingernails holding the dildo in her pussy. My wife had just gotten them done the day before and was proudly showing them off to me. They were bright red with white tips and yellow roses on each one. I left a message requesting. The reason for this Sharon noticed with some distaste was because he had been castrated, and the scrotum which seemed so full beneath his flaccid penis was filled not with testicles but with metal balls. Like the girls, he had to use a dildo to fulfil his role in the ceremony. While this went on, Sharon held onto Sweetness, glad that her blindness precluded her from fully understanding what accompanied the grunts and gasps which freely exploded from the pilgrims in their orgiastic ceremony. The. Oh Shit. "Oh no," I said. "I can't get on that thing!" Yeah you can. Just hold on to me."I bit my lips. Chase is going to die in a motorcycle accident. How can Iwillingly condone this and get on the bike with him?"Chris? You look worried." I have never rode one. I'm not sure it's safe." It's not supposed to be safe. It's supposed to be fun," he said."But Chase," I said. "It's not worth the risk." Says the girl who drank until she blacked out last night," he said."How's your liver?" He smiled.