I reached down to her crotch finding it wet with eagerness. I broke our embrace and moved over to the door turning the lock and asked, ‘Should we?�... She nodded and I turned the sign to ‘closed’ and pulled the shades down. I returned to her open embrace and began to kiss her more forcefully. I maneuvered her to the edge of the counter turned her around and bent her over. She said, ‘Have I been a bad girl? Do I need a spanking?’ She gave a little wiggle. I pulled her skirt off and admired her. You have more coming.”After a short time of being left alone again I felt the coldness of lubricant being generously applied to the crack of my ass, and a gloved finger forcing some of it inside and loosening my hole. I knew what this meant and the finger was soon replaced with the familiar feel of a dildo being shoved fully inside my rectum in the first push. It took my breath away as it suddenly pushed so deep with no time to get used to the penetration. She held it inside me and leaned. As I grew, I would come out of my room naked and mom would yell at me to get dressed. So, in fact, I stayed in my room a lot! When mom did get me to wear clothes and took me outside to play, I remember that I often hid behind bushes and — yep, you got it — I would strip off. For some unknown reason, I really loved being naked in the bushes, being one with nature, if you like, and this continued for much of my growing years. But mom was concerned, clearly thinking that something was wrong with. . tell you something ... well, both, actually. I don't know how to say this ... it's really hard..." Would you like a coffee, or something? Maybe that would help." I'd like some green tea, if you have it." I'm sure we do ... if you hold on, one second, I'll go put the water on." Beth, I need to talk privately with Joy Adamson, for a while. Could you keep everyone out of the living room? Oh, and could you make us a pot of green tea, please? Thank you."Back in the living room, she told Joy she.