I give the plastic bottle a squeeze, thickening the stream so that lube piles up all over her little anus. Finally, before closing the cap, I wander t...e stream in a big circle all around the domes of her ass."What are you doing?" Jessica asks, twisting her head to look back at me nervously. "Don't... please don't put it in my ass. Okay?" Oh, I know." I answer. "I don't think you're ready for that yet."I set the lube bottle aside and grab the bag of anal beads. I tear the new packaging open with. She did that a lot when there was a discussion about someone else.My Dad tried to point out he bought her a top of the line Bissell Vacuum cleaner at Bed, Bath and beyond. My mom argued that she wanted a Dyson and besides that she meant Jewelry and finer things. My Dad said that a hundred dollars wouldn’t get me a lot of that and my mom agreed. I felt though my Dad had just committed to spending much more than a hundred dollars on mom every week – which was probably for the best anyway.A happy. ..please...please don't." It was pathetic. He was so weak and helpless. Crying like a baby.Eventually I lubed up my big cock and told him how ruined his tight hole would be. I could have been cruel but I made sure it was extra slippery so it felt good. I'd train him to love cock.I whispered in his ear: "I bet it feels like a real one," and then I slowly entered him from behind. He squealed like a little piggy when I did that. "What a bitch!". I started to fuck him doggie style and forced his. He was single, 28 and a big rugby fan (which of course I already knew.) I found myself rather liking him even though I was under no illusions about why we were now heading off to his place. We drove across the city and to a trendy new dockside development where the car was eventually parked and we got out and walked to a lift and then to what can only be described as a penthouse apartment. Lots of space, lots of bare brick walls, lots of modern stuff. Not my taste at all but no matter..