“OHHHGGGGGDDDD OH MY GOD YES FUCK ME!”I exploded in a continuous wave of rocking and rolling orgasms. It was actually just one continuous orgasm. ... felt Anthony remove his finger and I just lay on top of Andre shuddering as the orgasm wouldn’t stop.Andre started fucking me again and I felt Anthony’s finger again, no wait, it must be his thumb. I started pushing back to give him my asshole again because it felt so fucking good. My asshole opened up and fuck he has a big thumb. I started shoving. He took meto a burger bar...at least the food was good, and we also shared a longhot dog that we bit down on and ate until our lips met. Then he took meto see a movie and insisted on cuddling with me and playing tonsil hockeywith me in the cinema.Yuck. There was nothing I could do about it; I had to feel his tonguerubbing against mine whilst he ran his hands over my body and my fakebreasts. At least he didn't grab at my crotch or he would have discoveredthe truth and when my new mother found. Unfortunately it's been neglected; I've let it go for the last year and a half. It needs a lot of work, it needs someone like you. Someone to do a complete evaluation, someone able to redesign it for the future, bring it back to life."She told me later she thought I was talking about some little backyard plot, that she thought I was looking for some cheap labor. "I quite busy now Professor," was her tepid response.I didn't press, but instead gently probed, trying to find out as much about her. "Never," you say, pulling her closer to you."I'm scared. Please, I just want to go home," she says the moment you remove the gag."Tell me something about yourself," you ask, ignoring her please."What do you want to know?" she asks."Do you have any scars?" you ask."A few," she says."Do you want to tell me about them?" you ask."Not really... you know you made most of them. I'm the slave to a sadistic... I mean, I... nothing," she says."I appreciate your honesty, Felicity," you say."Tell me about.