In the middle drawer was a big black strap-on dildo, crafted from hard rubber, with an ornately carved pair of balls attached to the base. Realistic lines and bumps and faux veins were everywhere evident.
“From the plaster cast I took of your p***s on our honeymoon,” Gretchen said. “For the longest time, I’ve wanted to f**k you with your own c**k, but it had to wait for the right occasion. I believe the time has come tonight, Kenneth dear.”
I looked down at the monstrous rubber dong, my mouth agape. It was a far cry from the shorter corkscrew dong she normally used on me.
With the dildo came a new, expensive-looking elastic harness, black leather c**k holder included.
“There’s a bottle of special lotion for the device that’s also in the drawer,” Gretchen said. “Bring it all here.”
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