Dinner

Claire POV

“Do you want me to remove it? Or will you do it?” I asked.

“The toy stays, Tesoro,” he said.

“What? Inside?” I looked at him over my shoulder in shock, but he just smiled.

When we were both dressed and ready to go, he sauntered over and pressed his palm over my pussy. “Looks like a perfect fit. No one will even notice it since it was specifically designed to be wearable.”

The situation still had me reeling when he added, “Let’s go.”

I took a first, tentative step. The silicone is soft, and the pussy plug doesn’t impede my progress, but my walls do brush the sides of it with every shift.

It’s almost like having Don's finger in me. The narrow end nested between my folds was touching my clit, rubbing it discreetly with each movement.

Another step, then one more. The odd feeling dissipates as I walk, and by the time we reach the stairway, the strangeness is gone completely, replaced with an unexpected sense of... comfort.

“So?” Don asked next to my ear. “Do you like it?”

“Yes