It was in the bottom of the building and had private viewing booths in the back where you put in a quarter and choose what to watch. I had been there ...any times and guys would hang outside the booths looking for a invitation to come in , all you had to do was leave the door ajar.I never had out of fear but today the fear was gone replaced by the need of cock. It didn't take long before I had some company . He was a inch taller then my 5'11" and looked to be of Indian descent . He pulled me in. That was never a good sign."Behave, children," the captain admonished. "We have planning to do."My initial thought was to do it the easy way. Wait until Anastasia returned home after her shift and take her away from there: quick and easy. Even if the dumb-fuck brothers had sent someone or some ones to watch her I couldn't imagine it would be too difficult to distract them for the time it took us to get the hell out of town. Worst case (best case) they could spend the time searching for the 5mm. Carrying my books, pen, and the flask, switching off the lights, I went to her house and sat.Her table lamp was throwing more light on her and I could see clearly her cleavage, neck, and the face in the bright light of the table lamp. To get light I had to sit with her in the same table and I spread my own book for my reading. I was in a lungi and a t shirt.She was in a skirt and a low neck blouse. Our knees touched underneath the table, and we were sitting very close to each other and bowing. The dildo was deflated, reinserted into her anus, blown up again, and Yvonne again "shit" it out."How's it feel as it's coming out?" the guys asked as they deflated the dildo and reinserted it up Yvonne's ass."My God," Yvonne laughed, "it feels like it's stretching me to the limit." It is," they told her, "your hole is like stretched rubber as it opens out.Again and again they had Yvonne pass the fat, inflated dildo, and soon, after some twenty tries, she found that she could push it out more.