I visited her at least twice a year. The first time was just long enough to feel the pain and horror. The whorehouses that you went to—don’t tell ...me it wasn’t you, but Kyle; you were there—they were never houses of pleasure. They were always houses of pain. I don’t blame you. When you showed up in Kyle, I thought that was why I was there. I was there for you and you would rescue me.”“Um ... thanks, or I’m sorry, I guess.”“When you came back and cried for her—for me—I just wanted to find you and. My response was simple "Who's first?".I had one lay flat on the bed and took position in all fours over his face with my ass up high as an invite to Mr. First. I go down on his cock as Mr. First slips into me. Mr. Second's face is somewhere under Mr First's ball sack. I'm figuring Mr. First's will cum and I'll grind right into Mr Second's mouth. Wrong presumption. I guess the visual was too much. Mr First had my hips held tight as he ginded into me for all he was worth. Which was not a. “Well I can’t wait to find out what’s next.”We lay a while longer and then arose for a shower. We stepped inside and kissed passionately as the water cascaded down over us and continued to do so for a few minutes, enjoying the different sensations. Then standing behind her I lathered her back, massaging it at the same time. I ran my hands round her front and cupped and soaped her breasts and then ran one hand down her front and rubbed her again whilst Suman ground her hips against me. I could. Then placing the egg on your anus, and press it hard against it. Sucking hard on your pussy. I feel your body tense up more, as your on the edge of a earth shattering orgasm. Your breathing get more labored,as I move the egg in circles, harder against your puckered star. Slowly rubbing my tongue up and down your wet hot lips. Still sucking on you hard, I moan sending vibrations over your clit. “Ohhhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkk mmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeee!!!” You cry out as cum starts pouring out of.