As Sally was dressing I walked into her room. She had just put on her panties.“I have a little surprised for you,” I said.“Oh, what is it?”�...I am just continuing your punishment or training and this will help,” I explained.“Now come here and bend over.”Sally walked toward me and I bent over a so her ass was sticking up in the air. I pulled her panties down and took some lubricant and applied it to her asshole.“Oh, what are you doing?” she asked as she felt the cold cream invade her butt.I. He would stare at these photos, sometimes two or three times a day, and stroke his cock until he came, shooting semen all over his stomach, moaning her name: Johannah, Johannah, Johannah. It was these photos that his wife found on his hard drive. It was these photos that he couldn't explain to his wife- a woman who was no dummy- and didn't need to explain. She quietly left his life, packed her things and moved uptown with a friend. Since she left, they never talked. It was as if she had. A hand slipped between her legs and a finger quickly found her clitoris, rubbing it slowly. Gail wanted to say how good it felt and how she wanted them to make her cum, but she remembered Jerry's instructions, Even so she couldn't stop herself from moaning. She heard Jerry whisper, " That's right darling, enjoy us feeling at your body, making your nipples hard and making your hole run with juice." The sensation of being fingered, having her nipples stroked and squeezed, while one mouth was. " Then go."Alexandru went to the door and opened it. The furore from all the dyingwas even louder now. She quailed to hear it, the fear twining around herheart in an entirely new way, running her blood from hot to cold in aninstant. She didn't feel herself on the inside.The elixir will go on making changes.But she had to move. People were dying. She looked back at the old manone last time. His hands were clasped at his waist now. There wassomething indefinable in his expression that only.