She let out a sudden exclamation of pleasure when the butt-plug had held its position tightly inside her ass.Anita: Baby, how many squats do you think... I can perform with this butt-plug inside my ass? Or before it pops out (giggles).Myself: Looking at your toned body, I think you can manage 15-20 squats. With the butt-plug on, I think you will shoot it out fewer than 10. Your asshole will cough the butt-plug out..Anita began to perform squats with the butt-plug inside her ass. She must have. Well she got in contact a couple of years ago and although everything started innocently her talk soon became very flirty, now I'm a red blooded male and found this hard to resist so started responding.Things started to heat up when Vicky one evening sent me a message saying she was bored, and did I want to play snooker? I said I couldn't as it would be awkward to get out, the wife bec would find this odd me going out at 10pm. The next message I received was Vicky saying she had a new version. The room was bland, the usual hospital room. White walls, silver lining, medical equipment, and nothing else. I looked back to her and tried to speak, but found I couldn't use my voice just yet. I resorted to Telepathy, and found my voice extremely clear. *You OK? My head was really hurting there for a moment.* Then I heard her in my head, and sat back surprised. Her voice sounded like she was actually speaking. Before, it had always been slightly fuzzy, but now it was crystal clear,. There just has to be something more,” I said to Joan. “I’m thinking it was also too easy to get Gray to agree to help. I have a feeling he had already been looking into it.”“He did decide to come running without any persuasion,” Joan agreed. “So what else could it be?”“Just about anything that can be kept on a phone these days. I’ll bet you jaybird was an accomplished pick pocket as well as a child abuser. He stole the commissar’s phone somehow. Then JayBird wanted him to ransom his phone.