Let me go call April.”I got up and went to the kitchen and called April, and agreed to come by her house around noon for lunch. After I hung up, I w...ent back to sit with Liz. We talked for another hour or so, mostly about school and friends, hers and mine, and then I changed clothes and drove to April’s house.Cassie was working, but Mr. Nash was home. He left us alone, though, and it was April, Chastity and me in the kitchen. April was kind enough to have remembered that it was the Nativity Fast. She decided that just the two of us should jet off to Las Vegas to discuss more business matters, and that she would pay. My hubby agreed, although he had no idea what the ulterior motive was, and dear Roy had no say in the matter.I think it’s fair to say, and for those of you who have yet to read the earlier stories, that Jenn and I were dirty, naughty whores throughout the five-night trip. Actually, another moral issue here, we weren’t whores as no-one was charged money in this adventure, we. .. "And then it was inside me, spreading me apart. It seemed huge, parting my tunnel and filling me completely. The unusual curves of his cock made it feel extraordinarily thick, stretching me, filling me. It felt good to be so stretched, though. It felt very good.I could recall my exact words, too: "Ohmigod! No. Oh, George... you're so deep... its right in me!... oh fucking me... oh George... You're fucking me!"And then he really, really was fucking me. His thrusts had an abandon born of sheer. She quickly felt her chest shaking as she panicked. Seconds later, the air suddenly returned, leaving Sammy to make a loud gasping breath. "It inflates a tiny balloon in her gag, forcing her to conserve her air better than she just did," the artist said to the guest. "Again, the whole thing has protections built in. She can't be choked or shocked faster than a certain rate, and the durations and levels are somewhat randomized, just to keep things active for her."Sammy hadn't expected that there.