I ?cleaned myself out? for the butt plug; the whole process of which is still kinda grosses to me so no details forthcoming in THAT; and then I return...ed to my kitchen. I stepped onto the warm tiles, looking across my kitchen counter which was covered with black leather, chromed steel, various electrical and rubber things which I was about to force myself to endure for however long it takes. That moment always makes me really nervous as every possible crazy ?what-if? scenario goes through my. “He’s just good at reading the situation and reacting to it, Beth,” Cano replied, confirming my identification of that questioner.Cindy Lewicky didn’t make another coherent sound as I went to town between her wet pussy lips and around her hard little clitoris. Her abdominal muscles were working overtime, though, as she did her best to repeatedly force her pussy into my mouth while being restrained by my strong arms.Cindy’s one intelligent utterance as her orgasm neared, said all I needed to. It might give Herb ideas. But still . . . it waspleasant for an occasional night.“Just one more for the road,” Herb grinned, ordering two more drinks before Gail hadtime to protest. She supposed that she should really drink it. It would be an awfulshame to make Herb pay the bill without drinking her drink. That would be a waste ofmoney and Gail believed in living frugally. She was feeling nice and giggly by thetime they got up to leave. It was a good thing she didn’t have to teach in the. With that, Simon slid two fingers into her - she was already getting wet. She grabbed her skirt with her free hand to avoid exposing herself to the rest of the class, but no one had noticed. The lecturer was prattling on about something or another and everyone was engrossed in their note-taking. Simon explored her, finding her clitoris with a third finger. He was driving her crazy and it took all her energy to not let it show on her face. She had begun to stroke him again slowly, but could.