But other then that i was fine. I walked passed Nico room and his stuff was already gone. I continued into the kitchen, were i see mom. I ran over and...hugged her. “Hi sweety. How you been?” I sat down at the table. And Margret came with a cup of coffee. “Thanks. I've been a good girl mommy” “So you have? I drove my boy to the bus station this morning. But before that i see you sleeping in your own bed fully clothed as Caroline” I didn't really know what she wanted me to say. “Yea he knows about. The edges of my pink hole are still a little wet from fucking myself, and I can hear him laughing. 'What a nice hole you've got!'He spreads my cheeks wide, and spits in it, and I feel the wetness awaken every cell there - glistening waves of light and sensation. Then he lowers his face - ah, I can feel his hot breath on my hole, opening it, calling out to it, preparing it for whatever might come next as my cock continues to bleed, planted against the lounger. Then suddenly his tongue is on me,. With a bitter sigh, she got down, moved her bed back to its original position, and threw herself across it once more.It was obvious that either she was being held below ground, or she was in a windowless modern structure of some kind. Either way, she was prevented from assessing the outside deterrents which might exist to prevent escape.Another thought came to her. While she was able to look around without supervision, she should learn as much as she could about her room. With a jerking jump,. Face down, ass up. Ready for her to show me a thing or two. I pointed to the big tub of lube on the bedside table. She laughed. Told me it would be enough for a couple of nights, at least, opened it up and covered her fingers.I didn't want to waste time getting to the point we'd stopped at the night before, so I reached behind myself and spread my ass cheeks.Again she expressed surprise by how keen I was to get something up my bum. I guess I was too. But the brief sensations she'd shown me.