They were perfect gentlemen towards each other, allowing each one a fair chance at the free booty that presented itself to them for their pleasure. I...m not going to lie: as much as I protested about any anal action, I knew it was inevitable. So, when fingers scooped up my sex juices and roughly pushed their slick fingers deep into my ass, it brought me to the very precipice of exploding. Even as I kept protesting 'NO! NO! I couldn't wait to feel the first prick violate me there. I didn't. I thought, 'what the shit' and pulled my top down which at least covered my butt, sat down, pulled my jeans and panties off and handed them to him."Here, Ben, you can hold on to them until you think I've been punished enough," then turned and walked back out into the open area of the office looking, more or less, like I was wearing a short dress. At least that's what I hoped.I went into my cubicle and started up my computer. The one guy in the office that I'd had sex with a few times, Charlie,. We think he adopted her in order to bring her home. In any case, he knocked up Sasha Andrushchenko and then either sold her or gave her away to a whorehouse. Which might have been in Chicago.Along the way, someone acquired US citizenship papers for the girl. Sasha gave birth to Vanessa’s mother, Marina.Sasha was conceived through one of six or eight rapists. Marina through a pedophile. Vanessa doesn’t talk about who her father is and I don’t ask.History class dismissed.But ... my god, look at. Ben looked into the eyes of his son and saw that he was now staring back at him, puzzled. Experimenting, he tried to draw a breath and actually 'felt' the water around him give up its oxygen. By some miracle he guessed that the nuggets were somehow allowing him to breathe under water and that his contact with Simon was doing the same for the boy.Making sure to remain in contact with his son, Ben returned to the job of freeing him from the weeds. With the panic now behind them both, it proved.