Just as I squatted, my ass opened up and a smelly liquid poured out of me. My belly started feeling better as soon as I released what they had forced ...nto me. I farted a few times and thought it was all gone. So, I stood up and walked back to where the girls were waiting to shove the hose up my ass again.They were really enjoying doing this to me. I don't understand why a couple of young teenage girls like tormenting a 32 year old woman. I sure didn't enjoy being treated like this. I know I. It helped - a lot.After we lay together and I told mother that I was going to call ameeting with all our new roommates to announce that besides myself,she was in charge of our new family. This helped a little as well andto show me how thankful she was, she sucked my cock clean whilekeeping her ass close enough for me to fondle. -*-The living room was never large enough for the crowd it now held.Every woman there was mine, every one conditioned by Gerald.No one said a word when I said my mom. All of them disappeared into the back of her mind as quickly as they had come, like traffic flowing past her when she was still biking to work each morning.Her thoughts lingered there for a second or two, wondered how she had not died in a couple of situations over the years before a clear moment stepped in and she noticed her body tensing up, shivering slightly in the morning cold and the relaxed, almost silent moan escaping her lips before she let two fingers dive into the warm wetness of her. "Thank you, Mrs. Dimon," he smiles briefly."Mr. Lewis, you can't imagine how bad I feel about being behind on my bills. It's not just gas, it's everything." I can feel the tears starting. I always cry when I'm upset and there's no way to stop them."Now, now, Ms. Dimon, why don't you sit down and explain your difficulties to me. Bring some iced tea for yourself." It helps for him to be kinder, though I can still hear the authority in his voice, but for some odd reason that in control tone seems.