After what seemed like hours of me trying to wiggle my backside and get some more pleasure out of the dildo that was in me, and listening to the slurping and sucking noises as Vicky went up and down, I realised that Vicky was getting a bit quiet. I had heard her moans and gasps as she had had 3 orgasms but she was starting to get a bit quiet. I shouted “Master - I think that Vicky needs some help.” Jon obviously hadn’t been far away as he was there almost immediately and after taking one look at Vicky he switched-off the motor. Vicky was left hanging there by her wrists near the top of the dildo. Jon lifted her off the dildo and then released the rope from the motor and lowered her down Fucking onto the ‘T’. As he lowered her body back into his arms her open pussy was right in front of my face, it was bright red. Jon carried Vicky out of the room and put her on my bed then came back to me and unfastened me. I had to get myself down off the ‘T’ which wasn’t as easy as it sounds because the spring-loaded dildo was still pushing into me. After Jon had unfastened me and told me to get myself down, he had left me and went back to check on Vicky. This meant that I could take my time getting off the ‘T’ and I took advantage of that time to see just how strong the spring was. Instead of climbing up and Latino off the dildo I pushed back and tried to slide backwards off the ‘T’. With each blowjob inch that I slid back the pressure of the dildo in me increased and by the time that my feet were on the ground I was starting to think that I would be able to feel the dildo in my throat. It was hurting but at the same time it was nice. Once my feet were on the ground I managed to reach under studs the ‘T’ and push the dildo back into its ‘home’ position. As it came out of me I had to lean back to get the angle right. When I got into my room Vicky was either unconscious or just asleep. Jon had left her naked on top of the quilt with her legs wide open. Jon wasn’t around so I decided to clean myself up, then Vicky. When I got to cleaning her pussy I couldn’t resist bending over and giving it a kiss and a quick suck of her little clit. I covered Vicky up and left her and about an hour later she came down stairs with one hand holding her pussy and looking very tired. After some food Vicky still didn’t wake-up properly so sucking Jon told her to get dressed and we took her home. She fell asleep in the back of the car and I had to wake her when we got to her flat. Liz (one of Vicky’s flatmates) asked Vicky if she was all right, said that she looked like death warmed-up. Vicky didn’t answer so Jon said, “If she looks like death then you could say that she’s been fucked to death. I’ll leave it to Vicky to explain.” Back home things seemed a little dull so I started making my new flesh coloured bikini. It was good having the silicone model of me; it made life a lot easier. Jon wanted the bikini bottom to be big, but with a narrow crotch. Well, I started to research him as a hobby, and studied his notes. “I wish my boobs were bigger like some of those porn actresses. Not good at all. “No, I think his name is Jeremy. If you can take your eyes of my boobs blowjob I'd sucking like to kiss!” When I was ready, we went into what had to be the biggest bathroom that I had ever seen. She was busying herself in the kitchen, taking out pots and pans and ingredients studs and preparing to make dinner. I could feel my dick getting harder and barely being restrained by Fucking my panties. I pull my now soft cock out of your ass and we fall asleep in each other's arms. She was eager to show our friends wrong. There was plenty of parking outside her building for a change, Latino when I got there. I’d never have expected to enjoy having my ass fucked, even by fingers. Jim, you get my ass, and Bill and Tom, you can decide who is where.