Do you have a choice?

Closing your eyes you nod, and for the first time in your life spread your legs with ****.

"Stop standing on your tippy toes," he tells you as you keep rising up away from the dildo's head.

Reluctantly you stop, if only because you've gone up as high as you can go, and the head presses more firmly against your sex. You squeeze your eyes as you feel the disgustingly slimy feel of the cold dildo **** its way up you. The rubbery bristles on the side are, surprisingly enough, not as painful as you imagined. In fact, if it weren't so damned big you might even like them and ask where he got it.

Instead, you grimace as the seem to slither past your lips, and wait for him to finish.

"Okay," he says at last, the dildo half-way in. "Hop on board."