Not being able to think of anything, he drove the thought, and even the fear from his mind. He had more important things to think about and worry abou...t than some unknown fear.He couldn't see very well, and he made his way very cautiously in what he thought was the direction of the parking lot where Vicky had parked the car (he had flown up on a private plane himself and that was why he had gotten there before they did). He stumbled and almost fell more than once.Finally when he reached the. Brad began twisting his hand to the right and to the left, getting her asshole used to the size. He spit into her ass again to lubricate her as he worked to open her more. Once he felt she was ready, he pulled his fingers out and rubbed the head of his cock along her pussy slit lubing his cock with her own juices. Putting the tip against her asshole he got ready to enter her ass for the first time. "Oh, baby, here we go. I will take it slow so just relax that beautiful ass," he said. Oh my! It was never ending torrents of cum. I gagged but swallowed the warm liquid along with the syrup. It was delicious. He said, “I need to fuck you now baby. I want you.” “I’m all yours”, I said. I turned over and got on all fours. He dipped his index finger in the jar of maple syrup and proceeded to finger my asshole. Once it was sufficiently lubricated, He brought the head of his cock to the opening. This was it. The climax of my fantasy and it was going to be fulfilled.Rajeev slowly. A lot.Which is why hope dies last.“The dishes and the bathroom,” I say, and Stacy gives an excited little squeak and a double high five to seal the deal.“Fuck yes, girl! You will not regret it. This one is real special.”I have a feeling I will regret it, but at least I won’t have to do the dishes or clean the bathroom for the next four months, so I’ve got that going for me.*The thing I am holding in my hand a couple of days later, courtesy of Amazon, defies description. It’s a little bit 90s.