I gasped in wonder. He had only used one finger before, but now I felt that there were at least two in me. He stabbed them into me viciously, hooking ...is fingers routinely. I felt my juices trickling down my ass cheeks, following the same path the blood from my hymen went. My toes curled and my back arched at his ministrations as I moaned. I had never moaned when I touched myself, but he was doing things to me that I had never done.I felt myself close to release. My hard nub was aching a very. She wasespecially vigilant in the case of Denise and was forever questioning heras to whether or not she ever touched or rubbed herself in an inappropriatemanner "down there" between her legs. Denise always assured her that shenever abused herself in this way but still Mummy still remained unconvincedand suspicious. It was at about this time then that she began to tapeDenise's wrists toher thighs at night before putting her to bed to "prevent her fromyielding to the temptations of the flesh". This new Caroline beckoned toward the two strange men, her red-haired cunt still fully exposed to their rapt attention.This new Caroline flushed with a strange warmth that she had never felt before, suffusing through her whole body, and driven by the lustful eyes of the sweaty workers openly starting at her.This new Caroline only bothered to 'notice' her exposure after the men had gotten a good long look, and as they were responding to her call by putting down their tools and walking towards. I slipped out of bed, leaving my wife undisturbed. Wearing only boxers, I crept from my room and along the hallway to the stairs leading to our basement family room. I descended slowly, trying not to make a sound. I could tell the light of the half bath was on, probably serving as a sort of nightlight for the girls unfamiliar with my home.From the bottom of the steps, I gazed over the sea of blankets. There were four bodies, including my daughter's. They were arranged like a backwards E and the.