Especially the enemas and toys." He blushed."And Mr.Phelps?" I asked."Oh,yeah. He'd come over to the house most days around noon and have coffee with ...ommy. Sometimes He would have me sit in his lap so I could grind my ass against his hard cock. Other times he would make me stand on the kitchen table, pull my pajama bottoms down, and have Mommy spread my buttcheeks. Then he would dip his finger in his coffee cup and fuck my asshole with it while Mommy sucked my dick." Lucky You!" Mark. When I hurried into the front door, Martha was in the kitchen shower. I rushed into the bedroom. Ronnie lay on her tummy, looking unconscious. I tugged off my sweaty t-shirt and got a new one out of the chest of drawers and pulled it on. I got a shirt from the closet and was standing in front of the mirror buttoning it when I saw Ronnie's reflection in the mirror. Lying face down, flat and listless, she turned her head toward me and opened her eyes drowsily, then closed them again.Getting in. Nervously,she opened the door, and peeked inside."Oh, good," Brittany's mom, Anne Williams, called cheerfully. She waspulling a covered pan from the oven, and the aroma of Italian cookingfilled the kitchen. "You're home a bit earlier than I thought, so Iguess we can all eat dinner together. Can you help your sister set thetable?" She acted as though there was nothing unusual at all."Sure, Mom," Brittany answered. "Let me hang up my towel and swimsuitfirst, and then I'll be down." She. I tense up and he tells me to relax and I try breathing deeply and try and force my arse muscles to relax and accept the monster trying to slip inside. "You are my Good Boy" says my Master. "Ready?" he asks and I take another popper sniff and nod to him.. I feel the head really stretching my muscle and, as we have discussed, my Master takes a firm hold as he knows that once past the muscle the head will try to slip in fast. He controls it carefully and I feel it get past the muscle and.