I hope you find it to your satisfaction.” He pushed it over to her, watching as her slim hands moved to take off the cloth. He could already imagine... her dainty touch on his rigid member, his flesh jerking in his trousers.She peeled back the cloth, her eyes opening wide as she gazed at it. It was black ivory, at least eight inches long. The head was almost like a plum, a thick lip around it like petals on a flower. She shivered as she felt her juices begin to flow as she imagined the thick head. Isabelle screamed. "You like that don't you bitch," Manuel taunting her and fucking her pussy with the barrel fo the gun. She was cumming to the gun. She felt like a cheap whore, making screaming and moaning sounds to this defiling act he was forcing her through. She was cumming on his barrel. He was enjoying what he saw. Manuel took off the barrel and then quickly shoved it into her mouth, saying, "Suck your own cum off my gun or I'll blow your pretty little head off." Isabelle was sucking. I scanned the interior, praying that I didn't lay eyes on Amanda, fortunately, she was nowhere in sight. Hopefully, she'd be tucked up in equine bliss with James.I steered Lena to a small booth while I went to the bar for our drinks. I came back with a white wine for me and a vodka and tonic for Lena, and I scattered a few packets of crisps and snacks on the table. We sat contentedly sipping our drinks, eating our snacks and idly chatting about everything and nothing. I felt totally relaxed and. Which didn't make sense, because I'd seen him move on the dance floor with some of the girls he picked up, and trust me, he could move. He was smart, too -- he always knew what angles to play to get what he wanted -- so why couldn't he figure out how to use this stick to get into these holes?"I dunno," said Jesse, and he dragged the word out slowly, like he was really thinking about it. "Lindsay looks bored." Don't mind me," I said, and curled my lip at him. He smirked back, just for an.