I had to reassure her that it didn't matter - it really didn't....Sally knew better. And Sally's smell was one of the best: the flow of her juices so ...strong that you had to swallow it down as it ran from her like water from a slow running tap. And as I gained confidence with her, I would study and savour her opening for longer and longer each time we did it - touching it, measuring it, licking it, pushing her thickening inner lips apart with my nose, using the bridge of my nose to get her. He blinked. The music had stopped but he wasn’t even sure how long ago. A half drunk cup of coffee stood on a low table in front of the couch. Lionel could see it was cold just by looking at it.This was worse than the days before a visit to Clerkenwell, he thought, and those were distracting enough. A couple of days ago, he couldn’t have imagined the situation he now found himself in. Yes, he’d noticed Allison. After all she was just the sort of woman he found attractive; self-assured,. He settles for a small victory by working the shit-flavored butt plug out of his mouth. It is not easy; the plug is a large one that required his mouth to open pretty damn wide to get it in. He growls and lets his mouth loosen, letting the force of sex and his tongue push it out, and finally it came out.Mistress Ariel did not notice the butt plug is out at first, even as John’s moans are much louder and much clearly to her ears. It isn’t until he says, ?Oh, please Mistress, stop. Please, I’m. I didn't need to. She was like me and already knew it."Cat got your tongue?" she asked."Uh... guess I was wool gathering," I replied, trying not to look down at her legs. The fact of the matter was this: I was infatuated with Judy. She didn't seem to know this and I'd never made a move on her. She was a respected woman in a high-profile marriage to a politically-prominent Professor of History. There was talk that he was on a fast track to a university presidency. More importantly, I didn't.