I think it was good for both of us. It satisfied her natural curiosity and gave me someone trust worthy that I could share the fun I was having with C...al. She would also validate that I was not a complete slut or crazy woman! She occasionally talked about his massages and still regretted not trying him on for size when she might have had the chance.It had become somewhat our routine for him to make dinner for us and then spend the night together. We went to the movies and other things, but it. Dollars?" Karen stared at him. "Don't you have any used ones or something?"I laughed at that, just because it was pretty funny and the guy grinned at her. Karen had given him the dildo and he was working it back into the box carefully."Well, I'm not supposed to do this, but..." the man said, sounding like a used car salesman, and Karen laughed and I bit my bottom lip, finding his crotch with my eyes again.That dildo was about nine inches long, or close to it anyway, and I wondered how that. Their sense of smell virtually disappeared, allowing them to only discern a new scent, signaling new territory. Luckily, sensation and touch were unaffected. As with any society, a caste system was formed that started with the leaders. Those who did not make it to that status were made into guards, while the weakest, or some would say the strongest, were forced to be slaves. Eventually, the leader caste was shaved down to several scientists, doctors, and inventors, leaving just one perfect. It was 11pm. I was fearful. “God I hope he doesn’t come into my room” I thought but I heard him walk down the hall and into the spare bedroom. But my mind was buzzing and I got myself off again before I fell asleep. I was up early and cooked breakfast for Toby. I hadn’t expected to see Trevor so early but there he was. He was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. My pussy tingled as he walked into the kitchen. He smiled at me. “Good morning Mrs Wilson” he said cheerily. “Hi Trevor” I replied “how was.