While I moved into position for him, Tommy got my lube oil that I keep in the nightstand for when I need to ease the tensions of the day.Tommy circled...my crinkled hole with index index finger teasing me and making me moan ever louder for him.“Oh yes, Tommy, ease your finger in my tight hole baby,” I begged.I was tense and tight at first, but loosened up gradually as Tommy slid his index finger in up to the first knuckle. He squirted a little of the lube oil and pretty soon his finger slid in. Only logical explanation.“So what exactly did Dave put in my drink?” I heard Sarah asking rhetorically.“I was wondering the same thing. I’ve got to be tripping several balls right now otherwise I’d still be in the lounge.” I replied.NO DRUGS WERE INVOLVED. THIS IS REAL.Ok that confused me. a) where had that voice come from, and b) I somehow teleported along with my couch and flatmate from the lounge to the vacuum of space with no light source around and I can somehow see Sarah and the couch. In fact, it was the best part of another year before we did. During that time, I slowly but steadily worked to undo her conditioning, and morphed our relationship to a more vanilla one. I could tell at times she didn't like that, and longed to be taken down and used, but I also knew she would have to move on from that to achieve her dreams.If you think it was easy on me, think again.I changed my relationship status on my BDSM internet profiles to show myself only as her Protector. Knowing the. She smells of sex, specifically sex with Liam, and I feel myself becoming turned on again. I devour the generous amount of fluids she's released, then I tentatively slide a finger inside to feel Liam moving inside her.She gasps out, and I look up at her and smile as I add another. Her mouth widens, and her eyes are warm with desire as I feel the warmth of her wet cunt being pounded."Do you like it when we're rough with you, Rabbit?" I ask softly."Yes," she sighs.I remove my fingers then lick.