"Listen," I said finally. "Do you care about this skirt?" "What do you mean?" she asked. "I mean, do you care if it gets ripped?" "Ripped?" "I think ... can pull apart the zipper, but it would probably damage it." Kriti sighed. "Okay," she said. "I mean, I like this skirt, but if it's the only way..." "Come back over here." Kriti got up from the bed, and treaded back to where I was standing. Once again, I grabbed her by the waist, and turned her so I could see her profile. Then I knelt down. What awaits me ahead? Opening the next door, I entered a room with walls lined with sheet metal. There were two rows of little lights along the bottom of the walls—otherwise, the room was pitch-black. At the far end, there was a small table with two large metal rings.A voice from an overhead speaker announced, “Proceed to the table then await further instructions.” I walked up to the table and followed the order.“Now,” came the next command, “place your hands on the table.” I leaned over and. Then it happened: I felt something wet at my ass. I was in shock because I thought he was trying to shove his dick up my butt. Then I realized it was his finger, but was still hesitant once again. I didn’t have any experience with anal play… But then I thought ‘fuck it’ and relaxed my butt. He circled around my anus with his finger and suddenly pushed his fingertip up my asshole. Meanwhile he slowed down the tempo of his right hand and slowly pulled my foreskin all the way back and forth . It. I was finally feeling normal after my drunken birthday and was in the process of cracking a couple of dozen eggs for the pancake batter when Margaret came into the kitchen.“Good morning, my little love! How are you this morning?”“Still sleepy, Daddy.”“Would you like to set the table for me?”She nodded, while she yawned, and went to the drawers that held the utensils and set out knives, forks, and spoons for nine places. She was setting out glasses for orange juice when her sisters came in.“Good.