John grinned and rushed to get his coat and the keys. Camille said she felt like Italian so they headed to Casa Valerio on Rue de Lyret. Famous for it...s southern Italian cuisine they enjoyed a wonderful dinner of Rabbit Polenta, fish soup and the desserts were to die for. Out of the over 10,000-bottle wine cellar John selected a wonderful 98 Masetto, a pure Merlot with a silky depth and long-lived finish to rival Petrus. During dinner John quizzed Camille as to exactly why she had shown up at. They were the size of golf balls. He began to push them in her ass one by one. He used a thin stick to push them in deep. He looked at his granny and said to her "Granny, how many do you think your ass will take? Last time we got six in your hole. I want to do at least eight and maybe more so when I make you cum and pull them out you will almost pass put with pleasure. He got six poked in her hole and then shoved them higher and added two more. Granny's cunt was wet again. She loved the ass. .it’s so good to just...submit… Scarlett relaxed as she realised there was nothing she could do to evade the onslaught of pleasure. Just enjoy it… Issy slowly inserted her finger into Scarlett’s parting lips, feeling her tongue swirl around the digit, tasting the sweet and tangy flavour, the lust, the submission. Scarlett savoured the taste, and her eyelids fluttered shut in a sublime, aroused serenity. ‘Say hi to Darius!’ Scarlett’s eyes came wide open and saw that in Isabelle’s. Alas I was mistakenabout being baked in an oven as she stuck me under a helmet and baked myhead. I think my hair was being pulled out by the roots after all. Theseinfernal plastic contraptions all tangled up in my hair were instrumentsof torture. I felt the need to confess to any indiscretion if only torelieve myself of the pain."Wakey, wakey!"Hmph... I was being pulled out of my chair as well as my pleasant slumberand brought abruptly back to painful reality by my over excited mother."Come.