here in the UK. The Deprivator glistened dully, it’s extension flange and clit guard curving up over her belly while the applicator and its adaptor lurked deep inside her held to her Vaginal walls by the unseen cruel rivets and forced deep inside her by the gleaming steel penetrator shaft. XXX I sat, “What is?”
She had been drinking, I guessed the drink had eroded her resolve to forget our night together. “Oh I don’t know, I’ll have to try to get you out of there.” I tried to reassure her. It all seemed so pleasant, ordinary yet exciting, a habit to enjoy frequently, two parts of one single whole. I went through a whole range of emotions in about thee minutes, interest, excitement then fear at the thought it might go horribly wrong and seriously maim someone. To be continued ? “No, She’s
not strapped in,” I
