We barely had time to run down before the dining room closed, and dressed in just her short pink dressing gown I accompanied flashergirl in her (short...) frilly nightie to get the pitiful breakfast.The walk to the farm wasn't great. The weather was colder and the winds were stronger. I almost missed my coat but after about twenty minutes the group of us made it to the little farm on the edge of Angelina's estate.The farm manager showed us to a large barn where Angelina was waiting with three of. The dildo had been pounding away with no let up for the better part of an hour. The first half an hour was pure hell as my virgin hole was assaulted without abandon. The last half hour was a bit better, but I was still certainly a long ways off from accepting this new role from my demented Master on becoming some kind of sissy fuck doll for his amusement. Once he let me out of this thing and sent me on my way I planned on heading straight to the police department and suing him for everything he. “Do you mean a ... CPU?”“I guess that’s what it’s called,” her mother said.“You’re right. I’d take at least ten days to pick one. The tough part would be finding one that was the right color. You wouldn’t want it to clash with the motherboard,” Sherry said.“Don’t be insulting. There’s no such thing as a motherboard,” her mother said.Shaking her head, Sherry said, “I better get some coffee in me before I fall asleep, standing here.”“I’ll be there in a minute,” her mother said.Several hours. No, no, facing the other way, silly." It didn't take long for my recently satisfied prick to swell back up to full stiffness. "See what a sexy bottom you have," I told her, "it can even raise the dead." "You've been pulling yourself again, haven't you?" she asked suspiciously. "I haven't touched it," I swore. "Maybe you would like an even closer look," she teased, at last convinced that her bare bottom was indeed "the stuff that (wet) dreams are made on". "Yes, please," I begged. "You really.