Let’s face reality here. What in the world would a young, sweet, sexy lady like her even want with an old fart like me that is probably more than tw...ce her age? I know that the mere concept of her ‘wanting’ me is strictly the output from my fantasy fueled brain extrapolating the most improbable (but most enjoyable) of all possible scenarios to taunt me with. Still, if I know her as I think I do, she’ll let that question lay there at my feet, tormenting me for several days. Then, when I least. “So, what do I do now, teacher?”Laughing, Cassie said, “First, put a good-sized squirt on your middle finger and work it around my asshole ... that’s right ... all over. Now, very gently, squirt a little right in there ... now, push a finger inside me ... oh, God ... deeper, deeper...” Cassie began panting as Jim’s large and bony finger began probing deeply into her asshole. “Now, squirt some on your cock ... no, keep your finger up my ass and move it all around ... use your other hand and get. She sniffed and looked at him. Michael suddenly remembered the image of her pulling her hand from her shorts, the look of absolute pleasure on her face. With that thought his cock, which had begun to shrink, resumed its growth until it pushed at his shorts enough to tent them. He sighed, turned and looked away from her. He couldn’t talk with that poking out. He wanted to take her and fuck her, but something stopped him. The image of all the girls at lunch flashed through his mind, and he knew.. She caught it from the air and put it on, a bit hesitantly. - You know, I think she's invulnerable. That's a shame, now we can't pierceher, brand her or do any of the fun stuff, Avalanche said. - I'm sure you'll come up with something, M said, snapping the collar intoplace. - Damn straight, the Blob said, figuring something out. This bitch camehere to be fucked, but we're not in the service industry. Let's put her up. - Against the wall, Pyro said, and M went to the wall, beside Paige..