I bring it back to my mouth and coat it with saliva before I endeavour to push it in. You’re watching me from behind and I hear a noise escape you a... I ram it right the way in, as hard as I can. “Stretch it for me” you say in that tone but I swear it’s cracking a little bit. I use both hands now as I put my weight on my chest and open my hole trying to get a finger from each hand inside. Then I feel you close to me as your cock presses into me and you tell me “wider” and that one simple word is. Again and again I did the same thing, climbing higher with each step, until I was a good fifteen feet higher than where I'd started. The show was losing its appeal due to repetition, but as yet none of them had caught on to my true intent.Finally dissatisfied, and having no luck convincing me to come down, the group elected one of their members to try to come up. He was a balding, ugly, mean looking man, but he appeared to be in good shape and I didn't think he'd have any more trouble climbing. Tashana froze in place, gaping at her in horror. Behind her mother were four other women, three of whom she recognised as House Valaden assassins, and the fourth was her distant cousin, Makaela. They all had medium-length white hair, thralls each and every one. A crushing weight of despair threatened to overwhelm her, as she realised all was lost. She was already too late.“Tashana? Is that really you?” this false Edraele asked, her voice throbbing with a love that her malignant mother had never. Thinking to herself, “This is crazy, why would I care if anyone saw me, I’m not doing anything wrong!” she opened the door and stepped in reaching for the light switch.As she fumbled for the switch she felt a hand on her wrist, not forceful but gentle and reassuring. He slowly pulled her away from the door and without knowing why she closed the door behind her. Mustering up all her courage she started to speak but before she could utter the first sound she felt his breath on her lips. Was he.