"I'm Howard Olsen, Postal Inspections, and I'm here to discuss your shipping unlabeled hazardous materials through the cleavage." He turned red. "I me...n the mail." Samantha gave him a really dirty look, but did nothing unpleasant. Once the place was unlocked, I took him to the office, and had Samantha make tea. "Since we are very careful to limit our postal shipments, it seems unlikely that we committed any indiscretions." He opened his briefcase, and pulled out pictures of a package bearing. “Let’s loosen you up just a bit though.”Again I can hear him digging through his bag. He pours cold liquid over my asshole and then rubs it in and around the tight ring. Holding it in front of my face he silently shows me the anal plug. It is thick and red, and it makes me shake with fear. I am shaking my head back and forth “no”, but he pays me no attention.Slowly he starts to shove the plug into me. I scream in muffled pain as it stretches me and fills me in a way I didn’t know was. After than, i wanted to be near her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to smell her.I guess she enjoyed the attention I gave her because after about a month she started facilitating my fantasies by often inviting me to go along with them on dates. My brother didnt seem to mind, but by that point he was getting a nightly attention, so he would have done anything she asked.While my brother was at work, she started waiting at our house for him to get home. She would help me with homework, watch. He might have been thirty or so, perhaps thirty-five, and he looked like he understood the world. He also looked married.The youngest, and by far the prettiest, was a younger son of the local minister, cow-eyed and hopeful; he nearly drooled over Julie and made apologies for his dark suit, tattered linen and scuffed shoes. He was completely loyal to King George he assured us all.The third man was a farmer, the oldest son of a local landowner with a Dutch sort of name who appeared to be in his.