They slid over my hole and ass as I was covered in a glistening sheen of sweat from being worked so much. Someone else grabbed my cock from behind and...pulled it back, slowing stroking it as hands worked all over my ass. Then I felt the thing I'd waited for, a finger slid into my hole. It spread me open easily as I wasn't new to anal play and was way past something as small as fingers. I then felt a second finger probing me, just entering my tight ass and prodding and playing. I kept blowing the. Some crazy impulse made him walk into a dance club. The Snakepit was a maelstrom of drifting blue cigarette smoke, mirrors, flashing multicolored lights, and loud heavy metal music that made meaningful conversation superfluous. He sat down at a battered wooden table two vacant chairs distant from a woman. She was a young dishwater blonde, still in her twenties perhaps, and she gave no sign that she noticed his presence. Or would have particularly cared if she had.This guy plops his fat butt. The creaking of my bedroom door opening made me jump. Quickly, I turned off my light. I tried to stay still, also trying to slowly lie down before I was caught awake waaaaay after bedtime. “Princess?” My dad called into the dark room. I did not respond, my head now safely on my pillow, turned away from him. “Are you asleep, little girl?” He asked, his voice closer now. Still, I did not respond. I felt him pull my blanket back, the fabric moving slowly as he tugged it off the bed. He then sat. As an online chat expert I can also gauge how quickly he answers my questions. If it takes him five minutes per question I will blow him off and block him. Not only am I fussy who I fuck, I like a guy to possess enough intelligence to answer me right away, if they’re witty to boot that’s a huge tick against their name. I nibble on a cracker and pour another glass of wine as I wait for him to reply. “I have Skype. What’s your addy? A x” I give it to him. Two hours later, I’m still chatting to.