Could it be true? Of course, it made no sense, but it was the only logical explanation. Taking a breath for courage, I peered into the box to find&hel...ip, a vibrator. I frowned. I could have sworn the voice came from the box, but the toy looked just as it should. There were no eyes, no nose and most importantly, no mouth. That meant it was not the vibrator who had spoken. Or so I thought. Hello, said the same voice. Oh my god! I gasped. For you see, I had just realized something. The voice had. Fearfully I looked at him as he reached under the bed and took out a jar of anal ease. Mister Brad pushed me to the bed, as I reached the bed I fell back onto it. Mister Brad lifted my feet and placed them on his shoulders and told me 'be still boy, you don't me to bust your ass open, this will help ease the pain and let me slid right back into that tight little boy pussy.' Mister Brad smeared a huge amount of lubricant into my bung hole and poked four of his fingers into my anus. I grimaced. He sat up, and rubbed his chin, feeling the stubble. He got up, and got dressed in record time, and was out the door, heading for karate class.Bridget had been listening for Mike to leave. She wanted to experiment with the box some more, and figured that while Mike was at his Saturday morning karate class was a great time to do it. She put on a robe, and headed downstairs to get something to eat first. That's when she found the note and money from her mom.The note read, "Hey guys, I hope you. And it smelled theworst, the aroma so noxious an assault on her nostrils that it was all shecould do not to throw up.The other problem was Seth. He was far bigger than the others and hedelighted in forcing his massive weapon down her throat. The more shegagged and retched, the more he seemed to like it. He was also the firstto avoid climaxing in her mouth, insisting instead on spraying all overher face and her fake tits. She was able to wipe some of it off and, asinstructed, to ingest it after.