The full length of its rippled vibrating shaft was now driving me wild. Exhausted while reviewing the pictures, I clicked off the lights, and fell in...to a deep sleep.I awoke with knocking at my door. It was my friend Carmine...I had slept for hours. I wasn't really awake and sleepily said, "come in". The only light in the room was from the computer screen with a picture of me impaled by my new foot long friend. And I was too sleepy to remember it was up.She came in to the dark room and. The padded stool was just wide enough to support her abdomen. Her breasts hung like pendulum toward the truck floor. She could feel her cunt lips opening as they pulled her legs apart and secured them.Eva could not believe this was happening. Her hands still tied behind her back and the ring-gag prevented any escape, any hope of screaming. Eva knew she was going to be ****, she just did not know how many different ways she would be ****d.Jack patted Joe on the back to congratulate him on their. Before I have a chance to translate my surprise and confusing into a coherent sentence, you tell me that I look nice. That you are pleased with how I have dressed. And you ask me to stand in front of you and let you look at me, after all this time. It’s not unreasonable, is it? Don’t we often ask friends to show off their outfit. That’s all it is. I bury the thought that you are speaking to me like a director auditioning an extra. I smile and do as you say, feeling my face blush a little and. I had a quiet five then changed the washing over and hung the bedding and the blouse out on the line. Sal came down. She was dressed in one of the cotton nighties, the pink one which I’d ironed earlier, a towelling robe and flat slippers on her feet. She looked good, clean, refreshed and most importantly, happy. “I’ll phone the shops, find out about any seconds they might have and ask them to hold them back, if they have some. If they do, we’ll collect some later on. I’ll phone Mrs T as well I.