From the moment the plug went in it was all she could think about. She wanted some fit stud like she'd had during her Uni days to pound her tight slutty fuck hole. She was consumed by it; those thoughts crept unbidden into her conscious mind.

"No Andy, we can't."

She pleaded with him, but he just sat there passively watching her. It felt like there was a gulf between them.

"Please don't make me..." Heather mewled.

"You did this to yourself. You wanted it." Andy's voice was cold, stern and starting to scare her.

All Andy could feel was a misdirected rage for reasons he couldn't understand and a...