"So, Samantha," Laura said. "How was my slave's mouth?" Miss Laura, it was amazing... I lost control and grabbed Rebecca's head and began to fuck her ...mouth," Samantha replied nervously in fear of Paula's reaction."Oh, will you look at that Paula," Laura laughed. "It seems your lover has picked up a few traits from you." It seems so," Paula replied. "I hope you're not rough with me tonight, Sammy." I won't. I promise," Samantha replied. "But if I am, please punish me as you see fit."Laura froze.. .. the girls we were with, they, uh, they kind of left us high and dry.”Tanya’s eyebrows arched together. “High and dry? What do you mean?”“You know, they kind of led us on, and then ... well, they didn’t follow through with anything.” Jamal could see the light go on in Tanya’s eyes as she understood what he was talking about. “Why, why do girls act that way? Do mature women, like yourself, act that way, Mrs. Cox?”“Well, I don’t know what to say, Jamal. I don’t know these girls and I don’t know. Now, the bra. This was a half-cup which lifted her beautiful breasts to stand proud and her nipplesseemed to be getting harder. I knew I was, by the discomfort down below.She then went to her wardrobe and removed a pair of patent stilettosandals that had 'fuck me' written all over them (in a suggestive mannerof speaking). I started to moan with the anticipation of our playtimethat was to follow.She heard me and turned and gave me a sly grin. "Later princess, later."She then pulled a dress from. But, alas! The clich? really is true:familiarity does breed contempt. One soon tires of contemplating one'sown cock and balls, no matter how splendid and beautiful they may be. My solution, such as it is (it's not perfect) is to have starteda dildo collection. These cocks are not real, of course, any more thana statue or a portrait in oils or a photograph is real. But they arerealistic; they are faithful representations of the actual objects--or,at least, mine are. I buy only those that have.