One was full of water, the other mashed potatoes with a generous dollop of butter.I was hoping against it.It’s nice knowing that other people want me. We bathtub ended up in the hot tub.The Dear Jane letter I guess you mean, Julie said as she draped herself in the old wrought iron chair and pouring herself a glass of wine looking thoughtful, yes not one of my finest moments on reflection.Robert also found himself curious about what would happen.There was silence for a moment.Astrid’s head flung back, and a shriek of abject ecstasy sung from her lips, drowning-out the roar of the crowd as model they watched her piss an arc of golden lust upon the stage.That was always followed by an even deeper bow facing the back wall so that the people at the tables could appreciate her swollen, red and purple, and almost bleeding rear end.I walked home and sat down in my living room after taking off my shoes and socks.Back in my room I lay on my homemade bed again and after a few minutes I remembered the money and pulled it out and pussy just stared because there are five twenty dollar bills in my hands. Jake noticed a coil of nylon rope hanging on the model wall and grabbed it as he followed his host back inside.Becky continued to lead him around the first floor and then upstairs, showing him her ex-husband’s study, two guest rooms and the main bedroom. As they entered there, Becky stopped in her tracks bathtub as she noticed the vibrator and lube she had left there earlier. Well, well, he said old with a chuckle, stepping past her to the bed. He picked up the vibrator and sniffed its business end. Mmmmm. That’s lovely. Glad to know you’re keeping in practice.’He dropped the vibrator back on the pussy bed and turned to the night homemade stand. He pulled open the top drawer to see her two dildos. He looked at her and smiled as she blushed a deep crimson.There was a phone on the other night stand. He walked over and used the knife to cut the cord leading to the wall. Look, I’m starving, he said.