But did it have to be these two? “Oh, you mean a strap-on dildo. In the silence, the wet squirts of rectum and throat played like accordions echoed loudly. With how much enthusiasm her clients had spent the last twenty minutes delivering powerful, leg-shaking orgasms to her daughter while paddling the plugged butt like softball players, she was certain they would leave with two of each. “Ermh, I hate to interrupt,” Melanie’s mom said meekly. The sign nailed to the same frame that said ‘Try It B4 You Buy it!’ was referring to the wand massager and studded leather paddle hooked on the two vertical beams. The two were inseparable after probably meeting at a big-tittied dumb blonde convention. But with either innermost cruelty or unfathomable dumbness, Mckenna was creating an opening by pushing in the plug much deeper than it was designed to go.
