Why was she actually doing this? Here she was, a respectable married woman with a wonderful husband, waiting for a man she'd only met online. She was ...wearing exactly what he had told her. God knows how he knew the correct size for the basque, but it was a perfect fit.The curtains were closed as she walked around the house in what she thought of as her whore's outfit. While she waited for the doorbell to ring she peeped out through the curtains into her garden. The young man who tends the garden. Unceremoniously he pressed the stiff object into her ass.Being the actress she had become, she squealed with delight as she was impaled.“Turn around and spread your cute little pussy for me. I have another surprise for you.” he directed. Once again she followed his direction. Turning around she used both hands to open herself up. He reached to the side and picked up a vibrator that looked like an eight inch cock. “Let’s turn this on” he said as he coated it with the lubricating gel.“How does. I looked at her and gave her my best leer. "There are other rooms available." Not yet, Jack. That will be an important event for me." Are you a vir--" No." She cut me off quickly. "There haven't been many. I'm choosey and there's plenty of time to make that choice."I came up close to her and kissed her lips gently. "Okay, I'm not in a hurry either." Good. Let's go outside. I want to look at your truck. We need to mount a radio or at least get ready to mount a radio in it. I like that truck. Linda and Janet had both counted the strokes even as they struggled with the pain and knew there was just one more to come. Even so, as the sixth stroke bit into their bottoms, they knew that they couldn’t see the others face even though it was just inches from their own because their eyes were filled with tears. What neither Linda or Janet could understand, though, was just why they found this so much of a turn-on because, having now suffered all six strokes, they felt flutters flying around.