And in that instinctual knowledge she was happy. Suddenly, she found herself stretched out on a wide bed with him a shadow over her, shielding her aga...inst the world. She could still see the dramatic vista through the windows on her left - but had no memory of how they had gotten inside. Instinctively, she raised her hands to push him away, to hold off the mouth that was about to descend. “I don’t want this!” “I know.” There was sadness in his eyes, a sadness swallowed by tenderness and warmth,. "Hi Pammy." I tried to sound cheerful but my tone gave it away. "Na...well maybe there's a little problem. You remember those dumbporno pics John made us do?" "What do you mean what ones? How many others are there for Christ'ssake?" "Yes Pammy those. We had to pose like sluts and do all that disgustingsick shit." "UH Huh. Well James found them. That asshole ex husband had themlaying out someplace probably jacking off to them." "I'll explain the ex thing later. I think it's. Flow asked, “What are we going to do with her, my lady?” Ashley shook her head and began to ponder.Flow pointed to the corner of the room. “I wonder if she’d like riding that,” she asked. Ashley sat up to get a better look. In the corner of the room that was not part of the sleeping surface, there was a free-standing metal phallus. With a small groan, Ashley worked her sore body over to examine the phallus. It looked very sturdy; it was anchored to the floor and had an adjustable height. It. No towel, no embarrassment. It was if she was proud of her body and didn't mind showing it off. I, on the other hand, indulged myself by staring at her rosy nipples and shaved pussy. Of course, my cock strained to be released from the boxer shorts. Back in bed and under the covers, she turned to me and said, "Carl, I have a little secret. I didn't tell your everything. You remember my story about New Orleans ? Well, part of it is true, ya know the money and stuff." She had my fullest.