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059 :: A bull horn
Peter. Bring the bull horn to my room when you are done. (Diane)
Diane left the room. She did not wait for his reply. Naomi opened her Skroll. There was a message from Jack. She did not open the message. She read what Diane had said.
I clean. (Naomi)
No. We both clear up. She can wait. (Peter)
Naomi cleared the table. Peter prepared a small collection of bowls for John. He placed them under a glass dome.
I better go. You can watch. (Peter)
Naomi nodded. She tapped on the image of Peter on her Skroll. Peter pointed to where the camera was. The both looked at the camera. Peter nodded. He ascended the stairs to Diane. Naomi finished cleaning the dishes. She went down to the bedroom. She opened her Skroll. She opened the message from Jack.
Everyone can make minidocs. Just open MdMa on your Skroll. It will teach you how to do it. It is easy to do. All you need is an idea. Preferably a good one.
Naomi watched Peter and Diane. Peter was holding the bull horn in one hand. It had two buttplugs that looked like bulls horns and a cockring in the middle. He was bent away from Diane lubing up his arsehole. Diane was lying back fondling her cunt. Show movements. Naomi pinched the screen. Diane had a strange expression. She seemed bored. Like she was doing this out of duty. Like a pornstar expression. Peter turned round. He slipped his balls through the cockring. He then pushed his cock through too. Diane watched his show. Naomi watched Diane. Diane was not excited by the display Peter was putting on for her. It was all for show. Diane was asking Peter to do things she did not want him to do. Not really.
Naomi minimised Peter and Diane. She opened the Locaal message she had received earlier. She copied the first symbol. She searched for it. A lot of fairytale references came up. It might mean prince. Of the hero of the story.
Naomi maximised Peter and Diane. Peter was licking Diane with his arse in the air. His cock and the buttplug dangling below. He knelt up. Naomi changed camera. Peter was pushing the buttplug up Diane’s arse. He looked awkward. He glanced at the camera. Not the one Naomi was using.
Put it in me first. (Diane)
Peter slipped the buttplug out his arse. He stretched the cockring. He first pulled out his cock. Then his balls. He wiped the buttplug. He lubricated both buttplugs. He eased one into Diane’s arse. It stood pointing towards him. LIke a misdirected penis. He looked confused.
It is meant to restrict movement. It has to be a bit tricky to get on. (Diane)
Peter stood with his feet either side of Diane. He squatted down. He inserted the buttplug in his arse. He kept his squatting position. He tried to feed his cock through the cockring. He moved his knees between her legs. He squatted again. The buttplug had fallen out.
Naomi minimised Peter and Diane. She copied another symbol from the message. She searched. Lost. Missing. Stolen. She was not sure which. The next symbol meant anger. Or violence. Or vengeance. The next was revenge. Or justice.
Naomi maximised Peter and Diane. The bull horn was in place. Peter was gently rocking his hips. Fucking Diane. A message from Jack. Naomi minimized Peter and Diane.
What is my little star up to.
Naomi reply Jack. Just the usual (Naomi)
Mmn. Do you mean the usual for an au pair. Or the usual for a future star.
Naomi lay back on the bed. Closed her eyes.
Naomi reply Jack. I thought you realised the star was gone. (Naomi)
Of course. I think of you as a star.
Naomi reply Jack. Yes. I want to be somebody one day. (Naomi)
You can. You have what it takes.
Naomi reply Jack. Oh yes. What is that. (Naomi)
You are beautiful. Intelligent. Ambitious. Most important you have me on your side.
Naomi reply Jack. My side. (Naomi)
Yes. How could you doubt it after today.
Naomi reply Jack. It is all words. (Naomi)
I will show you action when we meet tomorrow.
Naomi reply Jack. Okay. (Naomi)
What time can you come out.
Naomi reply Jack. At ten. The same as today. (Naomi)
Until then.
Naomi maximised Peter and Diane. Peter looked annoyed. Diane looked please. But still bored. She was done. Peter eased the buttplug out of her arse. He wrapped it in tissue. Naomi pinched the screen. She examined Diane’s expression. It was as if she had forgotten Peter was still in the room with her. Peter clambered off the bed. He kept the bull horn in his arse. Waddled out the room.
Naomi closed her Skroll. She scampered to the toilet. Pissed while brushing her teeth. She came out of their bathroom.. Peter was standing holding the bull horn in his arse. Scowling.
A quick swap. Naomi on the bed. Peter in the bathroom. LIghts out. Naomi was asleep before Peter finished cleaning the bull horn and himself.
060 :: Lessons in erotic dance
Naomi woke before her alarm. She...
