I was on my knees with my bare arse pushed out. My Mum’s boyfriend put his hands on my arse. He said I had a gorgeous bum. I felt well dirty showing...it to him.“Oooh! Look at my bum, Uncle Bob.” “I’m looking, you dirty boy.” “Is it well nice, Uncle Bob? Got a nice bum, have I?”I felt his thumbs spreading my bumcheeks. “I can see your bumhole, you naughty lad.” “Look nice and tight, does it?” “Looks well fucking tight.”Then I felt his tongue on it. My Mum’s boyfriend, he was licking my arsehole.. . anything, just don't rape my wife again!" He felt his knees buckling under him and closed his eyes. The whole room, the whole woods, the valley seemed to echo his own words. He chalked it up to anxiety, but continued his pleading. "I'll let you get off, anything you want... just let her go!"Down in the valley, the crowd stopped its milling around, beer cans immobilized in mid-air, couples lying in embrace under trees sat up straight; everyone listened. Where was it coming from? The stage was. Her naked body felt fresh and relaxed after the long bubble bath she had taken and the glass of champagne she had drunk. She lay down on her soft bed and felt the luxuriant fabric cool against her warm skin. Her hands were already running over her warm soft skin, running slowly down her neck, fluttering over her supple breasts- the sensation causing her nipples to harden, down to her soft tummy, over her sides to her hips, to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She concentrated on the. But it was something she’d been putting off. She hadn’t been able to cum in over a month and she was getting desperate for release. But to get herself off on such degrading thoughts? To masturbate thinking about dogs? Why was she even considering this at all? After some debating Amy decided to at least try masturbating if it meant getting a good night's sleep. After all, it was just some harmless sexual experimentation and she could stop if things became too much. With that, she lay in bed with.