Everyone at the table ooed and ahhed, imagining the fat cigars sliding up their ass or p***y and being locked there until released at some distant future date or time.
“Now,” Joanne’s Stepmother continued, “we all know how easily you are excited by the thought of anything up your ass or cunt, so we have, thanks again to the landscaping crew, developed an additional item that should help pick up the pace of your f*****g or buggering in the future. These cute little things are modified silver sewing thimbles that Colley, the upstairs maid, suggested and then showed Leon the village jeweler, how to fabricate.”
Stepmother held up a small silver cap-like thing that looked like a thimble unless you were close enough to see its modifications.
“What you have here is a set of custom made c******
