It went in almost three full inches. ?Now whore you may fuck my foot but you may not use your hands. You may play with your nipples too my slave. Get ...to it.? And oh my god, within one minute, if that, my toes were soaked. My slave Wanda had already squirted once already. She trembles slightly, but didn’t even slow her gyrations on my foot. It was time. I pulled my foot away and she looked at me like I just killed her teddy bear. ?But Miss. Please.? she whined. I stood and set the. The smell of her arousal filled my heightened senses."Then back up out of the line of fire. Do not even think of arguing."She scooted quickly until she was by the "special" chairs. One of which she knows very intimately.Still speaking in that cold, danger laced voice, "I poured out my heart to all of you this morning. I ... ME! ... I apologized for breaking the same rule that you two broke today. Would either one of you deny that you broke It?" No Sir." They were starting to tear up now. NOT a. ‘Stop it, you sexpot, I haven’t had any breakfast yet, an old gal needs her food,’ she complained with a fond smile. ‘I am having my breakfast now, if you don’t mind, and it tastes lovely,’ replied Alison from between Mabel’s thighs. Mabel reached down and tousled Alison’s hair, it was long and blonde and was tickling her as she licked her clitoris. ‘Stop that and kiss me,’ she ordered. Alison slid up Mabel’s naked body and kissed her passionately on the mouth. ‘You taste of my cunt’ Mabel. And we didn't completely wreck it ... we finished.I'll say one thing for Triumph ... they used quality metal in the top ... and the sides ... and the front. The rear bumper looked ... well ... a vague resemblance of the original equipment."It's just a little crease, Dal. It's not as bad as the 544 Volvo."The 544 was a ball of sliced and diced metal by the time they got it out of the canal. Dal did mention that. Actually, what he said, "It couldn't be as bad as the 544, there wasn't 3 inches of.