‘May I help you?’ ‘We are looking for Mrs. Hastings,’ I said. ‘I am Rebecca Hastings,’ she said, ‘Miss Hastings as it were.’ ‘I am R...obert Jenkins and this is Miss Matilda Hawkins. Miss Hawkins needs a dress for the grand ball at the Cotton Exposition,’ I said. ‘Well, I’m sure we can manage that,’ Miss Hastings said. ‘You made a delightful gown for my cousin Rachel,’ Matilda interjected, ‘and I hope you can make an even better one for me.’ ‘I’m sure we can,’ Miss Hastings said. ‘I have some. Her hips moved, and he watched as the dark silicone pushed into her, slowly opening her tight channel, then drawing it out. Her kegels kept her tight, and he loved the first fuck when he came home after a long trip. Reaching out, he slapped her cheek hard, leaving a darker pink mark; he watched as her skin shuddered, her asshole puckering even as the dildo pushed deep. The soft moans escaping her had him nudging up the dial on the remote, and the base rumbled before picking up speed. It was. She adopted a ritual; sit upright and take a deep breath, then she leaned forward resting her nipples and tits, but being choked by the collar. When she was totally out of breath, she would sit-up straight, feeling like her nipples were being torn off her breasts, but being able to breathe. Carol was concentrating on this ritual, she could hardly think of anything else.Carol tried to ignore the pain and get her bearings; she was in a large room with a man perched on what looked like a tall,. Jenn was so nervous she couldn't help but laugh a little. Both of their faces had turned bright red."Did I hear you right? Please tell me I didn't break the remote for nothing." I want to do it again Amy. I have never felt that way before, ever. I want to feel like that again. You must think I'm sick." Jenn looked down at the floor. Amy's hand on her chin raised her head back up to eyelevel."If you're truly serious about this, of course I'll do it. I've done worse in the past, as I'm sure you.