I was such a beta I couldn't even get my wife a real ring.His reply was short, if ambiguous 'Haha, you still haven't found it?' Found it? What the fuc...k was he talking about? Then something dawned on me. I reached back and slowly pulled the big glass plug out of my ass. A thick dollup of cum dripped out and onto my thigh. I inserted my finger and reached up inside myself. Probing around the cum-slicked ruined hole that was now my resized cunt, I encountered a metal circle, now warmed by the heat. It wasn't long before she learned that even though the men paid for the time they used her pussy, to basically, jack themselves off, she had the best of both worlds because she got paid to get off!. Yes, she orgasmed easily and during her John's grunting and groping, she had learned how to lock all that out and just concentrate on what she needed. It was at that moment she lived her very existence through that piece of skin she Cherished more than anything she owned, her one inch long. I've never met anyone who lived in a foster home that thought they had been treated well, or loved by their foster parents, or whatever they call the people who keep the kids. I'm sure that not all foster homes are that way, but the couple of people I've talked to who were raised in one, had a lot of bad things to say about them."I told the girls I had been to your home, and I gave them a vague description of a beautiful place where they wouldn't be crammed together with a bunch of kids, or. It could be worse, I mused, thinking of Katie, but then drew up short. How was being known as Chunk any better than being the class brain? At least Katie was likely to get a scholarship out of her notoriety. Academically we would have been peers if the teachers hadn't docked so many points for my lack of participation. But I hardly wanted to draw attention to myself by talking in class.I was still lost in my thoughts when we passed beneath an ornate arch that proudly declared we had arrived at.