In a mid holiday I came to my home for a weeks as I told this earlier to her she invited me to her home for lunch when none is at her home.That day ch...nged my intention towards her. As we were talking casually, suddenly she sat very close to me and held my hands in between arm and left boob, suddenly she started talking emotionally about her life with my uncle and pressed my hands against her breast (a shock was getting into my nerves); latter on while serving lunch she bent down to table. She could no longer serve her father as he wished. She could no longer swive men and give them pleasure to help his business. It hurt too much, even caused her to bleed, and, besides, she hated it, even the thought of it. She was, she said, wrinkling her forehead, dead inside, numb, insensitive."I can still feel them poking me, now I mean, today," she said, "but then I remember things tearing apart; I become numb and can only pretend. I'm not good at that. There is no pleasure in the act, none,. Her cheeks puffed out with cum that washed around my dick. ‘Take it down,’ I heaved. She shook her head against the hold of my hands. ‘Do it,’ I smirked, ‘For me?’She shook her head again. ‘I’ll do it again,’ I cocked an eyebrow.Clenching her eyes tightly, she slowly gulped down every last bit of cum I left in her mouth. Once the invaded cavity was empty, I pulled out her mouth—her lips brushing away the cum that lingered around my dick. ‘It wasn’t that bad, was it?’ I chuckled as I helped her. Bertie took a hot water bottle that was hooked on the showerrod. She opened it, squirted some hand soap in it and ran the water inthe sink. When she decided she had the right temperature she filledthe bottle, attached the hose to it and clipped the hose shut with aclip on the hose."Lucy, bend over for me." Lucy did.Bertie got a tube of KY from the medicine cabinet and smeared it on thenozzle at the end of the hose. Next she put some KY on her finger andslowly worked it into Lucy's tight ass.