Too whatever.Janelle was not one to invest in sex toys often. When she was eighteen, she’d walked into a Spencer’s and purchased her first vibrato...r. It was standard. A soft pink vibe that she had to turn the dial for more intensity. After she’d lost her virginity in college, she’d bought her first dildo. A modestly sized but realistic dildo that brought her to orgasm for many years. For nearly eight years, she didn’t buy anything else until her beloved vibrator died. Janelle upgraded to a. "We will pave the drive in a week or so. I need to ask you if you want concrete or asphalt. Concrete costs more but lasts a long time. Asphalt is much cheaper but, ten years from now, you will want to resurface it. The length of yours is on the edge of which way to go."I looked at Lisa who nodded. "Let's go with concrete. We plan to be here for a long time." I hoped you would say that. I can have it stamped to give it a rock look that will go with the exterior of the house."Lisa said, "Oh, yes!. My heart hammers against my rib cage. Binding it around my wrists I feel a trickle of fear run down my spine. The instant that it is secure around the bed frame you pull it taut making my back arch and my tits protrude forward like two eager globes just begging to be spanked. You produce another rope and begin to loop it around my ankles. My left leg now attached to the frame. Then my right leg. The anticipation building as silently you secure me, leaving all of my holes ready for your. “Open your mouth.” I did and she took her panties and stuffed them in my mouth. “My perfume, and both of our juices… that should make you smile! I will be back in a few minutes, don’t go anywhere!” At the bathroom door she stopped and looked back at me. “The way I look at it, I am turning 50 and you screwed up. You did not get me anything for my birthday! So I figure you should have to get me off 5 times tonight for my present!” With that, she went into the shower and I was left to wonder what.