While Amanda worked the jigsaw puzzle Mr. Flemming had brought for her, he undressed her. She was naked before she could complete the puzzle, and he had time to explore her curves and crevices. His middle finger had only begun to caress the smooth rim of her tight little anus when she cried out.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his finger poised to enter the clench of her ass.

“A piece is missing!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Look. My pussy piece. It’s missing.”

Mr. Flemming observed that this was true. One piece in the puzzle remained to be fitted. “Maybe it fell on the floor,” he suggested. “Let’s look.”

“Aha!” Mr. Flemming exclaimed, only moments after they were beneath the table.

“You found it?”

“I think I did,” Mr. Flemming declared. “But just a moment while I test the interlock.”

“The interlock?” Amanda questioned just as Mr. Flemming’s erect cock plunged into her cunt. “Oh yes! The interlock.”

Interlock testing took much of an hour, and afterwards both Amanda and Mr. Flemming agreed that the fit was quite perfect.