She would always be breathing hard when I put her down, so I was sure she was getting turned on by being manhandled.Every time I would go to my mother...s place to see her and to lift weights, she would quiz me about Helen. Not so much my father's relationship with Helen, but my relationship with her. I got the impression my mother was jealous of Helen, at least as far as her relationship with me was concerned. When I would see my mother, I would always pick her up and swing her around and throw. ..” she starts to protest. She doesn’t like this. She doesn’t like Beth. She feels jealous even though Fred isn’t her ... lover?“You’re going to sit down, shut up and watch,” the big man demands. “Is that understood?” Rebecca reluctantly nods her head and takes the indicated seat that Fred is pointing at. When she settles down into it, he continues, “You are not to touch yourself or either of us. Understood?”Again Rebecca nods reluctantly.“Very good,” he grumbles before grabbing Beth by her. I could feel my ass try to keep his fist inside, but there was not enough pressure. As he pulled his fist out the other cop uncovered my face and said, “You like it don’t you.” Even if I wanted to lie, my body couldn’t lie. I was breathing heavier and moaning as he pulled. I said, “Fuck yea it feels good. Fucking do me. Fill my ass with your fist.” Maybe I spoke too soon. As his fist reached my sphincter muscle, it resisted his fist. It was definitely stretched but not to the size of his fist.. The next morning I woke with a real yearning between my legs. After stretching and running my hand down across my labia a few times, I slipped on a light cotton housedress and headed down to the kitchen for some coffee before my shower. Dave was sitting at the table in his robe already having a cup. As I entered the room, he smiled shyly and said "Good morning Sunshine, did you sleep good last night?"He seemed to be acting like nothing had happened so I thought maybe he really didn't know I had.