Other than that, every day for a few hours he will be manipulated and teased by the massager, but not allowed to orgasm until the set time. And for th...at, I have him orgasm when he hears my voice. I record myself at a pig farm, a real pig farm, cooing and speaking softly to the pigs, and play this over and over right before the prostrate massager works its magic. He will begin to associate my voice with pleasure and my commands with an orgasm. Once he is fully retrained as a pig, he will. My sweet little Filipina seemed to crave my company more by the second. The more I read her mind, the more I realized that she was absolutely devoted and loyal to me, though not particularly faithful, if you get that distinction.“Well, well, it seems that someone needs the petite section. God, I wish that I had your figure, honey! I can’t get that to save my life. What’s your secret?” a very familiar voice broke through, and then I heard a scream, “Philip Larusso? As I live and breathe! She’s. ..” she babbled. My heart was pounding. I walked quickly out of the room, snaking through people and more rooms, looking for his face again. It took me a couple minutes before I recognized the back of his head. He was standing next to a small group of people, more and more coming over as whoever he was talking to got more boisterous. I only hesitated for a second before I walked up to the group, realizing with a sinking feeling that he was talking to Mary. She literally had to have stumbled. It was way beyond 12 now by this time we both did not realize that we both had sex for close to 4 hours without a prolonged break, but we both did not care, I got an idea and I put my left leg on the couch and made her lay on my thigh in a way where I was still fucking her pussy but her from her head to her chest she was laying on my thigh, this really contracted her pussy muscles on my dick. I was now crazed for sure. I did not want to let this opportunity to go. Normally during sex we both.