It was desperately humiliating; rubbing cream onto the thick black rods so that they could be shoved up her ass. Dean, Rose, and Benny stood close to ...he table, Benny looking rather uneasy as his cock swelled in his hand. He gripped it tighter, each time Gillian picked up a bigger rod.Finally, Gillian had all the rods greased, and she laid the last one down. She wept, trying to forget that this horrible thing was happening to her.The door opened, and Alda came in, along with Jack and a bunch of. Again, he moved his fingers in slowly and poked and prodded. He moved both fingers out a bit and back in and this time I did not apologize when I rocked back with him. If I had been thinking at all, I would have stood up and pulled my pants back up, but I felt drunk and lightheaded. I rocked back and forth on his fingers as he pushed deeper into my ass. I didn’t know if he was still performing the procedure or was finger fucking my anus, but I surely did not care. I couldn’t tell how long he. . . or well, she found me. ‘Why are we going there?’ I asked, watching her carefully weave through the briers and small tree limbs, emerging through the trees into a clearing about three yards from the backyard of my old house. ‘No one will look in an abandoned house, plus it’s far enough away. It’s a safe place.’ She replied, going through the backdoor that was still unlocked from when I had used it. I followed her in. ‘How did the fire start?’ she asked me, heading upstairs and into my old. She was well educated and lived in Paris. She was known to be outspoken and intellectual and was suspected of having a number of liaisons with women. So her family were rather surprised when she announced her marriage to Harcourt Fenton Moode, then a lieutenant colonel in a hussar regiment. That was in 1876. What he was doing in Paris at that time isn't clear, but in fact his main claim to fame and promotion came through diplomatic work rather than wielding a sword and charging at things so I.