It wasn’t at all like wearing one of those horrid rectal dildoes Nathan sometimes insisted on. “Being plugged fore and aft” was how the girls referred to the irksome double penetration. The squat plugs were thankfully inert; they could not be activated, at least not yet, although the girls were sure Nathan’s ever inventive mind was working on it. For now, at least, the only stimulation provided by the anal intruder was its rude presence up a girl’s behind, that and the elastic belt that held the devilish thing in place -- a constant reminder, mildly uncomfortable, but something one could get used to.
She drew her purse to her so it snuggled against her hip, settled back, and studied the passing scene outside the taxi’s window. The cab had an odd metallic smell, and for the first time she
