I could see how her asshole started to relax and widen even more. I now used both hands and stretched he ass apart. She was screaming “put your hand...into my ass and fist me hard ... just put it in” I took a bit more oil and sprinkled plenty on her ass and my wrist, made my hand as small as possible and started to move my hand into her open hole. Her ass widened further and I was no gliding in and out fisting her really hard. She was screaming and moved to her side giving me a full view of her. Her expression told me it wasn't enough, so I put a little more in the glass."That will do for now," Dot said. "But bring the bottle."We sat facing each other on the couch. Dot took a large slug and held out her glass for me to refill. She said she needed it to calm her nerves.While I poured Dot another very large drink, I asked her to tell me about her sex life. I didn't see any point in beating around the bush."There isn't much to tell. I married young. My first husband passed away, and I. ”“What are these three doors for?” I asked as I examined the doors. “What do you know about them?”“These doors lead into three separate party rooms. Where a group of ladies can hire a performer to spend his time with them. Anybody can join the party. Come on let’s continue!”We left the hallway through a forth door and walked down a new staircase. It led us down to a new hallway with up to twenty doors!Sybil’s story continued. Coco noticed that her business was going well after a few years. She. It was good to see them again, but scary too. I made the introductions, of course, and Bushman was all eyes.Reb, you see, was wearing The Outfit. It started with a dark blue western hat and continued with an onyx, opal, and silver hatband. On the front of the hatband was a bullet with wheels, which also seems to be done in silver and onyx. (Actually, it was titanium and onyx but Reb, Magic and I were the only people on earth who knew that.)The rest of The Outfit consisted of mirrored.