.. I mean. Wow! You look...” She looked me over again. I thought her eyes might have lingered at my crotch, but that could have been my constant awa...eness of how my new pants rubbed me. Faith normally had plenty to say about me, even to my face. To see her flummoxed was a change. I had only seen her that way around boys from school, but I had been too young at the time to know what it meant. Now, in the face of her expression, I understood.“Hey, Faith,” I said, wanting desperately to adjust. Come on, do homework. Look at the paper for another two minutes before realizing I’m zoning out. Damn it all.“Fuck my life,” I voiced out loud the thought in my head. I turned away and instead collapsed on my bed, turning on my TV. I was sick of listening to myself think, sick of feeling guilt, so the obvious solution was to just turn my attention to a fake show with pretend problems and life lessons no one ever learned.The hours flew by pretty quick. I ate my dinner, while my mom drilled me. I hear the door again, listening for her approach. I hear her hanging something from one of the hooks behind me. I don't try to turn, keeping my head back and eyes to the sky as she left me. I feel her fingers between my ass cheeks, the vinyl of a glove and cool wetness of lubricant telling me to relax my hole. I whimper and close my eyes as she inserts her middle finger, finger fucking my ass and spreading the lubricant by twisting her wrist. My breath is coming in pants now, my heart racing,. "I think they gave me one right before they took out my appendix when I was 10 years old but I'm not sure and I don't remember anything about it." Nothing to worry about. It's quick and easy and won't hurt you at all." Mr. D walked over to me and led me to the bathroom of their master bedroom suite. He pointed to the rug that was next to the shower and he told me to get down on my hands and knees on that rug, with my head down and my ass in the air. "I'm gonna rinse you out three times to make.