“Sorry Ma” he offered with an absolute genuine look of remorse in his dark brown eyes.Anna sat down on the end of her son’s bed, crossing her le...s and reaching down to massage her nylon-ed feet as Michael reluctantly swivelled round in his chair to face her. “You gonna tell me what it was all about, Mike?” she asked without looking up. She suppressed a grin as she watched his feet twist from side to side, hearing a faint squeak from the chair and making a mental note to get her husband to oil. Little did I know, in doing this I had left my buttocks gaping open, exposing my tight little arsehole for a swift invasion.His hand didn’t need a second invitation. Before I knew what was happening, a greasy forefinger had slipped straight up my anus, all the way to the knuckle. It was a shock at first and I screeched, “Oh my God!” with fright. But then it felt weird yet wonderful and arousing, and I found myself involuntarily squirming on the bed, bucking my hips and squealing and giggling,. Was it worth it? Had I accomplished anything?Yes. I had to be honest. I had. Not emotionally, not constructively but my revenge is the only thing that let me get through the past three months without slitting my wrists. I needed this revenge; needed it like I needed air to breathe. I needed for Amber to fully realize all that she'd stolen from me. I needed her to share at least in some small part the pain I'd felt. I couldn't live with anything less.But I was on empty. There was literally. She also tied my hands with my handkerchief and whispered in my ears, “don’t ever speak a word or try to look at what is going on around you.”I was bewildered. Here we were caught in a dangerous situation and mom was preparing herself to have fun with four suspects.“Here I am all yours,” I could hear mom say. I tried desperately to have a look at what was going on around me. It didn’t take me long to shift the blindfold sideways. Now I could just see the figure of my mom. She was kneeling down.