After a few moments he added another finger into her dribbling hole and proceeded to finger her hard. She was starting to be a little more vocal than ...n the previous films but it was difficult to hear her over the noise of the finger fucking she was receiving and his words of encouragement. She started bucking her hips as he was frantically rubbing her clit and fucking her with three fingers, when suddenly he shouted “ohhh you dirty fucking cunt!”, she had squirted with some force all over him. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.“Information, please,” I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.“Information.”“I hurt my finger...” I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience...“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered.“Are. He knows that she will be awake any moment, which means that at any moment her anger at him not being home on time could awaken. He pulls her tight to his mouth, pushing his tongue as deep as he can. He feels her body tense as she realises that something is not right. “What is going on!” she demands, as she struggles with her bonds. “Relax, and enjoy” he pleads with her. To emphasise the request, he flicks her clit with his tongue. Again another groan escapes her, and the struggling ends. Her. “Say it. Say ‘yes, sir’.”She swallowed. “Yes, sir.”His eyes met hers and he smiled. It scared her a little. She’d known him since she was tiny. How could this be the same man who’d told jokes, bought ice-creams, played board games and attended family barbecues? But at the same time, she was the very same girl who’d laughed at those jokes, been there for all those things. Closed doors. Closed feelings. Secrets. Desires. She’d wanted him since she was a teenager, detested every woman she’d ever.