He buckled it into place with some straps. I tried to tighten my inner muscles but the dildo was not so easily expelled. "I make your sweet cunt ready... for my cock…” He yelled in my ear, as he set in to vibrate...I felt the trickle of his warm semen escaping my tender butthole. But I was unable to close my thighs. My shaven mound was pressed against the barrel; as the rubber piece filled me.I heard my captor was gone…I was shocked and humiliated; but my react was making me hornier to such. That’s all.”“But calling him a slut?”“You can’t have missed all the rumors,” Melanie said.“No. But I didn’t believe them. They’re true, Melanie?”“The rumors are tame compared to reality.”“Whoa!”“Jennifer,” Melanie said, “I thought you clued her in.”“Only to a point,” Jennifer replied. “I figured she’d get the complete story today.”“OK. What am I missing,” I asked sternly.“Shut up and finish your lunch, Steve,” Melanie said equally sternly. “Let us girls handle it.”“No,” I said, “I don’t believe. “The nobles all thought you put on a fantastic performance.” I gasped, feeling her nose pressing between my folds, upending the bottom of my erect clit as her tongue compliantly licked that spot inside me. “Lord Ternias especially.” I hissed, pulling her hair until I knew it hurt her. Her tongue writhed in response, pressing so hard I could feel the texture of it flat against my insides. A spasm rippled up my pelvis, and I cried out, grinding atop her face with even greater passion, looking. . (Including one where a young mother who was breast-feeding her daughter was encouraged to "Show us ya tits, Sweetie." ) Pastor Jones decided he was going to have to get rid of the bird. This was not an easy decision to make because he had grown fond of the galah.Discussing his problem with one of his church elders, the elder said; "how about we try something. I have a parrot that talks but all it does all day is sit on its perch and intone 'Let us pray!' Perhaps the good influence will rub.