A lot, but it is similar.

He closes his eyes trying to conjure up just the right image of a girl he would really like to know. A friend and occasional partner for him and Sarah, that could join, but no real risk of taking her away. He knows he wants to keep it going with her this time. To make it work. Someone they both love to fuck but isn’t always there.

He takes a breath. “I wish you were like small, no not small, petite, athletic, no not athletic exactly, like, fit, I guess. Like a model, someone that easily could have been a model but would rather be behind the camera. I wish you were tall, but not really tall, oh, ya with the super high heels you love to wear you are slightly taller than me, like 6’1” in say 7” heels, but usually you wear more like 4 or 5” ones. I wish you were all emo and goth but blonde, you were born with like the blondest hair ever and sure you add colors at times but it grows fast enough that you don’t ever bother to like really dye it, just like pink highlights or blue, hell metallic colors as well, cool stuff. Oh and I love how the sides of your head feel with the Mohawk, but that’s to ****, I wish you just really liked shorter cuts, maybe long on top, but usually you shave the sides, oh because it’s always so hot where you live. Ya, you are a, oh ya I wish you were like a cool famous person from out of town that we’ve known forever so you come fuck whenever you get the chance. With a cool job like pro photographer, or writer, or something. Oh and I wish you were like a real person, but not like someone from my past, like a new person that we all will just remember was always there. I mean, ya, I wish this was all real, no silly collar, no need to explain it to Sarah. I wish we could just fuck and have fun while you were in town.

The room shakes. Reality twists in on itself. The collar vanishes. He opens his eyes. “I wish you could stay longer this time. Do you really have to fly out in the morning?” He asks you.

Sarah slaps him. “Why do you always get all chatty right before we ruin your ass.” He shrugs. “Ready Alex?” She asks you.

You are off balance for just a second as high heeled mules are now on your feet, as are a pair of open toe white and black striped thigh high stockings. Matching fingerless gloves cover your arms, the multitude of tattoos barely visible under the white stripes. A bondage style leather harness with several rings to make binding you a bit easier is on your body as well with a familiar dragon dildo strap-on still ready for action. There is a weird question on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t remember what it was. You blink, your sexy long lashes wiping away the cobwebs of your mind.

“Fuck ya babe, Frank has been a bad boy.”

“So bad.” He says, and helps Sarah take a seat, deciding it best to lower himself onto such an impressive horse cock. It takes quite a bit more lube and all three of you coaxing and pushing to get her massive choice to slip inside. As it pops in he gasps, “Oh fuck. Just a sec. Wait.” He slowly lowers himself and you can’t resist slurping his cock into your metallic green lipstick covered mouth. A nice ring of metallic green soon rings the base of his shaft as you greedily slurp it all the way in. You are so naughty, the distraction of your mouth causes him to grip the sides of your head, and you and Sarah push him down till impossibly as it may seem, the entire 18” beast is inside of him. He cums in your mouth hard. It causes you to **** a second and some spurts out of your nose. “Oh dear god!” He wails.

You pull your head back coughing and chuckling, wipe your nose on your glove, and get in position. “Ready for more?” You ask the pointed tip of your 7” smaller, but no less majestic cock at his stretched hole.