Caleb became aware of the urgent voices around him. He heard JJ ordering someone to collapse the legs of a stretcher so they wouldn’t need to lift h...m as far. He tried to open his eyes, and stopped with a groan. His brain felt like it was on fire.“Caleb! Honey! Can you hear me?” JJ demanded.“Uh-huh,” Caleb croaked affirmatively, but painfully.His throat felt raw, probably from the screaming he dimly remembered.“Wha ... hap ... pened?” he gasped in pain.“We don’t know what happened, yet,” JJ. " No, please don't put it in there", she sobbed.Slowly I spread the pussy juice that coated my finger around her asshole and then jammed it in to the second knuckle."Ooh, fuck", the young thief hissed as my finger penetrated her virgin asshole. I pushed it in and wiggled it around before beginning to slowly fuck her ass with my finger."Nope, don't feel anything in here either", I assured her, "That's good, it really cuts down on the paperwork that I have to give the police."She looked back at. Paro came played with me I touched her everything happened as usual. It was getting dark, my uncle took his share of toddy and leaving back mine. On that day my uncle far more than what used to my share of one glass. I was almost two glasses. I drank in haste. I was sitting in the swing and swinging. It was almost dark. At this time my grandmother told Paro go to the terrace pick up the entire dry clothes fold it and then you can go home. I waited for my grandmother to go to the kitchen. After. A sense of relief was immediately felt. Steven than asked me a rather simple question. “Who owns your ass?”“You do Sir.” I felt Steven walking away…I heard the water in the bathroom sink; I knew he was cleaning the plug.“Step away from the corner and come to me.” Steven was seated on the sofa. On his right side, I noticed a few paddles…the one paddle that caught my eye…the dreaded paddle that was made of ash wood. It had eight holes in it…when it made contact with my bare bottom, the.