When she leaned forward, her puckered little asshole showed, and I came up with a devilish little idea. I wet my forefinger as much as possible, and b...gan circling her anus with it. She looked over her shoulder with a slight smile and then turned away again, and again I did not miss the signal. The next time she leaned forward I popped my finger in up to the second knuckle. She threw her head back and somehow contained the scream. Again, without missing a beat I grabbed her off my cock, flipped. Dave Keelson drifted in and out of consciousness as he lay on that lumpy mattress. Well, that was his name, but he didn’t remember that fact. Actually, he didn’t remember anything. He had no idea where he was, who he was, or how he’d gotten to wherever this place was. In his mind, he was born this age about ten minutes ago. Sure, he could think, had cognitive thoughts in his brain, and could form words in his mind, but not much else. Oh wait. There was something else on the periphery of his. Bubba, turning on all the camcorders, had taken out a large, old leather strap from his teaching days, and lashed her cinnamon bum and perky, petite, brown breasts. When she began crying, Bubba had stripped and impaled her defenseless coffee colored pussy with his thick, hot cock.“You’re a good fuck, girl.” He had remarked before adding, as the doorbell rang, “That must be my buddies Bob and Joe. You better give them good entertainment!”Poor Cristina, who had been a virgin just a few hours. And his ejaculation would be strangled and slow; if somewhat painful. So gratifying.But the worst of all was if she fitted it under the foreskin, behind the glans.Although it engorged his rod to an eye-watering size; it blocked any seamen escaping; perfect for Margo to perfect her deep-throat technique.It was also ideal for the "quicky" and saved her having to clean-up but it took it toll on the boy so she kept it as a treat.She wasn't always mean to him; occasionally she'd give him a free-run;.