She held this sliding her tongue in and out moving over the entire length of my penis. The whole time she maintained eye contact and cupped my sack wi...th one hand and guided my hand to her breasts with the other. I massaged her firm beautiful breasts and rolled her nipples between my thumb and fore finger. After nowhere near as long as I would have liked I felt the stirring of orgasm begin in the pit of my belly and deep in my balls. I told her as politely as I could manage with the most. A hatch in the seat of the chair opens. It is invisible to the naked eye, which is why Wendy hasn’t spotted it. She hears the whirr, though, and feels the tip of the mechanical dildo concealed beneath the chair push up against her.She gives a shriek, but I’ve been here before (it’s been too long), and can’t contain my excitement.Oh yeah! Give it to me! Give me that big fucking machine cock!“I-I-I…” the blonde is crying. Yet another nearly orgasm makes her shout. “NOOOOOO! Let me cum you. The salesman demanded a pretty little penny for her. She didn’t come cheap. Captive Amazons were considered exotic by most men of the Kazonga tribe. Wealthy men bought them for their pleasure. If you ask me, a rich man who buys himself a woman at the marketplace strictly for pleasure is definitely wasting his time. Let me explain why. Women are too dangerous, too manipulative and treacherous, too unpredictable for any man to keep them around as sex toys. First of all, they’re not worth the. Coffee ready, I'm standing in the kitchen and I can see through the glass of my front door. My heart is pounding, what the fuck are we doing! A car pulls up outside, lights go off and a car door shuts. I hear footsteps coming up my path, brushing against the gravel of the driveway as he nears my front door. I feel sick with nerves, but so naughty. .. he knocks..I open the door and simply say "what are we doing?" he just says "I don't know" and we go into my living room with the coffee. The.