Then one of them moved and sat in the corner beside her so he could look at her front, she looked at him and his eyes were fixed on her tits, she felt...uncomfortable but there was no way she could leave, the rain seemd to be getting worse "are you cold " he asked "no Im fine thanks" "you look cold" "no really Im not, why do you say that" "because your nipples are sticking out" she felt the heat rush to her face as she blushed again, she didnt want to look down ,she was to embarassed, she just. There, he climbed the next flight of stairs and came to the building's top floor.He was looking for the trapdoor to the roof. Ah, there it was, at the far end of the hall. There was no ladder, but the ceiling was only about eight feet high, and The Ghost was so pumped full of adrenaline, that he had no trouble reaching the trapdoor by jumping. His first jump was strong enough to knock the trapdoor lid open and out of the way; his second jump was high enough to catch the edge of the opening in. Even though the electric range was out, the coils stayed hot for some time. I reached up into the cupboard above the stove and microwave where we kept our candles and matches and such. I felt around for a candle and a holder, then a matchbox. A flash of lightning lit up the room for a second, then plunged us into darkness again. I took a step over to the island and waited for another flash so I could find a spot to set down the candle. There was another flash and I set down the candle. Now I. It won't hurt so much. Haha" The object stretches my asshole. I whimper. "Please ..."Oh poor baby." The object wiggles around as I relax. The probing continues I feel another object stretch me further still. "Two fingers and your begging to stop." The long fingers move roughly in my ass. I squirm in pain. "Ready!" Hastily I feel a bigger object press against my dilated sphincter. Two hands firmly grab my hips. I feel the object getting rammed in my asshole my bosses body slapping against my.