Fleshlight - objectification path

Liz bites her lip, opens her mouth as if to speak then stops.

Not wanting to interrupt her, it looks like she’s coming to some internal decision.

She reaches it, turns her gaze to me and says.

“I want you to make me your fleshlight.”

I’m at a loss for words at that.

She goes on “Just for a day” Liz adds hastily. “I’ve booked tomorrow off”.

Of all the thoughts that come rolling through my head there’s only one question that really matters right now.

So I ask it.

“Why?”

After almost half a minute of silence Liz let’s out a sigh and says “It’s a kind of therapy for me.”

Upon hearing those words I recall her mentioning she had a bad breakup or the like.

She continues “A way to be objectified - but under my terms.”

She then looks at me coyly, pushing her arms in front of her, pushing her already ample cleavage higher then pouts “Don’t you want to make me into your fleshlight? Don’t you wonder how I’ll feel?

She breaks the coy act then giggles “I can only imagine how it’ll feel having you fill me up..”

And without giving me a chance to answer she pulls out three different fleshlights from the large bag she brought with her.

One is a mouth end, another is a pussy, and the third is inevitably an anal version.

“So” she adds and with a wink. “Which will you use? My ass, pussy, or mouth?”