Her skirt went up, her tights and panties came off.Belles pulled the plug out of my arse with a 'pop.'Taking her strap-on, she proceeded to bugger me ...until I was begging her to stop.But when I looked at Miss Citytype, she was drooling."Now for you, bitch. Bugger me, you even have a similar butt plug. Out it comes missy!''And, with another 'pop,' it did, and as I kissed blondie, Belles buggered her until she came."And now, as you are so open!"With that, she inserted the butt plug - my fake one,. Then she came up and smiled at me and strained to reach my lips to kiss and she sat back. I thought we would move to the bed so I could get inside her, but she smiled at me again, the kind of smile you don’t give to just anyone. Her face was so sweet and she said;“Let me finish you, I’d like that. Then we can make love in the morning, if you like. I want it to be special and we’re both a little ragged right now.”I had gotten to the point where I wanted to fuck her so bad, especially from behind. The swell of her breasts heaving as she revelled in his avid attention of her body. The provocation of the cleft gap between her legs, devoid of fabric and hair drew a sharp gasp.His reaction eased a knowing smile from her, he was hers for the taking.“F..f..uck you look amazing!”As each stiletto struck the chequer plate floor, her gait forced her hips to sway hypnotically. Seducing him with every sinew that stretched and taut muscle that flexed - it was impossible to tear his eyes from her. "He smiled, "We will be living on MREs when we are on a mission."I responded, "My wife Neva is in the Culinary Arts Program at Santa Rosa J.C. May I ask that she and her classmates fix us some meals to replace the MRE and this cafeteria food? Neva is an excellent chef. We could give them at least three weeks before we would need the meals. It would be good training for them and we would not have to become anorexics."Fritz laughed and said, "Let it be so. The MREs won't be shipped for four.