And so I didn't mind when his hand crept between my cheeks to push a finger against my asshole. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. I guess h... saw what he was looking for, because without a word, he turned me around, and pushed me gently onto all fours. Yeah, he knew what he was doing. He soaped up my crack good, rinsed it, and then started tonguing my hole. I was so high on lust at this point, I couldn't have stopped him if I wanted to. And I didn't want to.Everytime I reached for. Why me, those fucking friends of mine had injected drugs lots of times, but me- one needle and that's me screwed - end of! I hate me! Head still bloody throbbing and racked with guilt at my fucking selfish actions the night before which have probably ruined several other poor bastards' lives I went back to our shitty little bedsit. I needed to clear my head, so put on my cycling clothes and pedalled madly out of the sodding town. The frantic pedalling made my feel good, I pedalled harder than I. A fresh bulb on the stairs, and before teatime that day it was a usable sector of the house once more, not that the day had been without incident, he had caught her all unawares bent over the whipping stool and clasped her to him in a sudden wet embrace at one point and later she had grasped his tool from the back between his legs as he bent to scrub the stairs, causing him to spill a half bucket of water across the cellar floor. Though on the whole they had bent to the task in hand well both. That house has become a prison for you," stated Stephanie."You're right. I really should get out more," said Janet."But I've got something of interest to put you back in the Dungeon. Tell me, how many slaves have you had in the last year?" Tina, and the one in New York. Plus a couple of others that I got out of Erica's books," Janet answered."Not too many, then," stated Stephanie."This year has been a disaster for me. I've spent the last three months healing after my encounter with Lauren. Tina.