There he pointed at the floor and ordered. ?On your knees. Forehead on the floor. Ass in the air.?I did as I was told, shivering in anticipation, w...tching him the best I could out of the corner of my eye. Out of one of the cupboards he produced a bottle of ready-to-use enema. That was new. I was beginning to suspect that his little trip to the grocery store had been very carefully timed to insure I would be too busy with the game to investigate what he had brought home. I wondered for a. "What do you mean?" Mr. Giles, that's Jeffery Giles and Mr. Neil Bryson are dead."Amber's eyes widened. "What?" Yes, they were hit by an 18-wheeler. I suppose after they chased down Mr. Ramirez they somehow lost control of their truck and were hit by an 18-wheeler that wasn't able to stop on time."Amber couldn't believe it. "Oh my god!" Yes, and their truck caught on fire and both men died. Now I'm warning you that it is best to leave. Move to another state if you can. I mean you can stay here. She felt someone's fingertip probing underneath her buttocks into the sweat-soaked cleft leading toward her wildly puckering anus, and the flicking teasingly at it like another tongue. She winced as the outstretched finger suddenly popped through the tight little anal ring and forced its way deeply upward into the hot rubbery flesh within. It moved around, expanding the tiny hole until the palm of the invisible intruding hand was flat against her smoothly undulating buttocks, the entire finger. Then I reasoned in the tiny mini car it wouldn’t be physically possible with such a big man as Darren. Were they parked in a local wood and doing it against a tree or on a blanket somewhere? But it was a freezing winter day so that was unlikely. His wife Jean didn’t work so they couldn’t go there. By process of elimination I worked out they were likely to do it at our house. I thought of killing them both then decided to get real evidence for a divorce and looked for somewhere to hide in our.