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086 :: Peter steps in
Peter woke alone. He lay for a while staring at the ceiling. Maybe thinking about Naomi doing her duties. Maybe wondering how well she was pegging John. But the strapon was on the table. He picked up the strapon. He went upstairs. The kitchen was empty. The deLonghi was dry. He listened at the stairs to Diane’s room. He went tot he bedroom. Opened his Skroll. Found Naomi. At the river near the gym.
For fuck sake. (Peter)
Peter went upstairs. Made coffee. Foamed the milk. He took it to Diane. She was awake.
Sorry. Naomi is not well. (Peter)
He put the espresso on the occasional table. He gave the capuchino to Diane. She shrugged.
Pass me the strapon. I will use it. (Diane)
Peter held it for Diane to step in. She tightened the straps.
Lie on your back. Lift your legs. Like john likes it. (Diane)
There was a mechanical nature to their movements. PUppets preparing for the puppetmaster. Peter lubricated his arsehole. Diane lubricated the dildo. Diane knelt on the bed between Peter’s legs. She slipped the dildo in. Looked at the door. No John.
I have never asked. Do you like it. (Diane)
All men like it. Just some pretend not to. (Peter)
She worked her hips thrusting the dildo in out. She stroked his cock a few times. Stopped. She checked her position in the mirror. Peter played with his cock. Got hard. They both looked at the door. No John.
Diane reached for her coffee. She took a small sip. Put the cup back down. Resumed her pose. Peter put one hand behind his head. Watching the door.
Perhaps we should check on him. (Peter)
Diane reached for her Skroll.
Oh. Not this morning. (Diane)
She pulled out of Peter. He handed her a wipe. She wrapped it round the dildo. She took another. Wiped her hands. Diane stood. Peter wiped his bum. Diane stepped out the the strapon. Peter stood. Picked it up.
Shall I make breakfast now. (Peter)
No thanks. (Diane)
