And I accepted it that way, as a compliment. While still afraid, I began to welcome what was to come. Gentle fingers entered me from behind, first one... then a second. Each was accompanied by globs of cream, inside my colon, coating what was possible at my sphincter muscle, and outside me on the slopes of my ass cheeks along the path that his cock would take. Each motion of his fingers was a twist and expansion to stretch the protective muscle. His lips never left my back.I began to relax as I. The caller swore he knew me, it was that guy again I had perved with in the chat room. We talked for a long time. I eventually mentioned how I'd like to be a bottom sometime. He was disappointed as he was a bottom too. Well it didn't matter much, as we were both handsome man whores. So he finally talked me into meeting him somewhere in-between the cities we lived in. The anticipation of this sexual rendezvous was killing me. I was nutting in my pants daily, waiting for that time to arrive. I. He held the blade of the knife against my right breast, and put just enough pressure on it to draw a thin line of blood. The sting of the cut practically sent me over the edge but I held back. Playing along, I begged him to let me go and I promised I wouldn’t say anything to anyone if he would just please not hurt me. A low chuckle ticked the fine hair on the nape of my neck and he told me that he was gonna hurt me good to make him feel good and I better just shut up and take it.By this time,. So p**o it was, but that gave me concerns, those fuckers shagged anything, and I would have to be within the vicinity as they fucked her, I mean, what self-respecting female relative would let her cousin be taken by a b**st, without offering to be close enough to guide him into her snatch, which by my judgment, I would need to be, she looked like she would need all the help I could give her.We were alone in my room when I asked her the pertinent question, 'What's happened Angela, you look like.