It was gloriously degrading and humiliating! He inspected my holes for a couple moments, shoving a finger into my cunt and probing my still recovering...whore hole. Then he pulled his finger out and shoved it into my tight puckered asshole. Up to this point we hadn't discussed anal sex. We had been too busy talking about abusing my tits and cunt and talking about BDSM things. It just hadn't come up. But I am very fond of anal sex and anything shoved up my poop chute makes me crazy hot! So when he. ”“Well Ok! What’s this party anyway? Rebecca hasn’t mentioned anything to me.”“Be patient Robin. It’s a little surprise! I don’t think that you’d pass it up for a night in a Swiss hotel!”“Ok! I’ll let Rebecca have her little secrets.”“She doesn’t know where you are going or what you are doing does she?”“No mother.”“Good! Keep it that way! There have been new developments Robin. I’ve had coded communications from Russia. They’ve got a visual on it.”“What already! Impossible!”“Not at all. They. Serena took me to task on that. She got me to admit I didn't have any regrets about Fitzmaurice and then argued me round on Robert when I said I felt I had kicked him when he was down. She pooh-poohed that by saying that he was down when I arrived in Benghazi and that it was entirely his drinking that had caused Janet to leave him. Then, in addition to all that, I blamed myself for Peter Instead being removed from command early. That wonderful letter from your father did much to assuage. I could still feel a mixture of our cum inside me and suddenly I wanted to taste it. I didn't play around and although I was a little bit tender I still fairly easily slipped two fingers up inside myself. My pussy was making wet, squelchy noises as I fucked myself right in front of Ben. I told him to move his chair out from the table so I could get closer still. I straddled his legs and continued to rub our combined cum all over my pussy and especially my clit. I moved my fingers up to my mouth.