So, when I got to talking more with the rough blonde lady in latex, I kind of sidled up to her when she was talking with this older shrimpy sub BDSM white guy (gray hair, thick-rimmed glasses, is straight and a social worker and hangs around with this younger black really short-hair swinger because his wife isn't into it but she lets him be free) who's been coming to the movies some, and it turns out she was telling the guy about how she and the guy she came with (husband? partner? boyfriend?) had just given a talk about expert toy play and how you build real sex toys, and it had been well-received.
"You would have to ask him more about this," she said, gesturing towards her dude. "All I can tell you is that the cement mixer shook my whole body."
While she said that, too, she kind of waved her body in suggestive vertical waves like she was a stoned person dancing, and the guy nodded affably.
"It was like this," she added, pleasantly, and she gestured with her hands to something a little taller than her (like five-and-a-half feet tall) and way longer (like seven feet out, she stretched out her hand to do this).
After a pause, since I was standing there next to them listening, I was like, "I don't get it. So was there a dildo on it or something?"
"You'd have to ask him," she was like, gesturing towards her dude and waving her hand since he was the one who takes care of the technical stuff. "It was some part on there like this," she said, and kind of made a gesture of something sticking out low and hooked about crotch level.
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