She giggled."That tickles," she cried."Just hang on," I said as I worked the gel around and into her asshole. I pumped two slick fingers into her rear...door and worked them around."Oooh," she moaned, "I like that, baby. Do it some more."I did as she asked and I also added a third finger."Oh my," she gasped. "That certainly filled me up. I've never had anything bigger than my doctor's finger in there, but I like the way you do it better." Her breathing was noticeably heavier now, and she grunted. He didn’t hear George come into the room.“Staying dry today, Cal?” George bellowed.He must have realized that Cal was lost in his thoughts. Cal jumped a little at the surprise but didn’t spill any coffee.“Doing my best, George,” he answered.Lambe sat at his desk. His secretary set a coffee in front of her boss. Cal shook his head as she was about to ask him if he wanted a refill. George took a sip and sat back with his hands behind his head.“We’ve got to make sure we’re on the same page with. His girlfriend didn’t like his foreskin, so he decided he could do it himself. The ER finished the job for him.”“And I thought new recruits were crazy!” Nick said, shaking his head.“Well, there was the guy who basically ate an entire toolbox of tools,” I chuckled.“What?” Nick gasped.“Yeah. Psych consult on that one. But not before he ate some surgical instruments he found while he was waiting to be worked up for his stomach pains.”“You know, I think I’ll stick to idiots who smoke pot or decide. And then I lay into her. I mean, I’m not flaying her foot, there is no blood or anything, but I’m hitting her pretty hard, and pretty fast. One hit right after the other, swing, aim, swish. I can’t see Anna’s face from my position, but she is making a strange humming sound, so I guess it smarts pretty well.After about a minute I reduce the speed a bit to maybe one hit every five seconds for the next minute (this is hard work!). But when I look at her foot, I can barely see anything -- no welts,.