..mmm...ah” from me as the doctor stopped flexing my arsehole with his fingers and eased his huge stiff knob head into my rear cupid’s furrow, my ...ittle pink puckered starfish somehow accommodating the seemingly unmanageable. God I was brutally flexed by the bitch above me. She really pulled my legs back at the ankles, pinning my feet literally to my ears. My arsehole, I felt it give and really widen, as my body flexed over, oh hell was the doctor in bloody deep. I could feel his balls slapping. Don’t masturbate tonight. I want you feeling fresh and excited.Helena let out a loud and irritable ‘Fuck!’The one thing she was looking forward to, on her first night, was her fingers deep inside her or even the vibrator that she brought along; in case of emergencies of course. She studied the letter once more, looking for get-out-of-jail hints but there were none – it clearly said ‘Don’t-masturbate-tonight.’ And that meant tonight, didn’t it!Obeying the rest of the letter was easy, the pearls. I grinned uncontrollably at my brother as I saw him trying to squirm andpull the uniform off. As he did so, though, I caught a glimpse of my pinkpanties."Are those my panties? You little freak!" I shrieked.My brother froze and nervously pulled down on the hem of the skirt of theuniform. His blushing face made me realize that his furiously shaking headwas lying to me.Our exchange was interrupted by mother shouting up the stairs in responseto my shrieking tone, "Is everything okay up there, you. He decided to head tothe bathroom to brush the wine taste out of his mouth. His bladder hadwakened him in the night and he had poured another glass of wine and wentback to bed. This was unusual for him because he wasn't usually a heavydrinker. This also meant he got loopy on a small amount of alcohol. Hestepped out of bed and realized that he had also put on his wife'snightgown at some point in the night. His bladder and breath bothinsisted on the bathroom, so he left it on and went. .