It didn’t take long. They were here, and neither said a word now. I felt a hand on my back. Someone had chosen me. Then, something slippery and grea...y on my asshole. They’d gone to get lubricant! A finger full of the greasy stuff worked its way slowly into my asshole, then came out. Then, with a new load of lubricant, it worked its way in again. Then several more times. The finger did its job, filling my ass with lubricant. It felt so dirty, yet so good, to be bent over a chair, unable to see. But Meredith Harrison was quite unsatisfied with her life, because what Meredith Harrison truly wanted, she could not have. Not, at least, without promptly being arrested and sent to jail on charges that even her doting family wouldn't spend money to defend her on.Meredith wanted to be gross. She wanted to be disgusting. She wanted to treat the world like it was her own personal sewer and defile it, then make other people clean it up so she could desecrate it all over again.And she knew that. He had a big grin on his face. There was a stone wall with a tall row of privacy hedges in front of her. To the right was the house, a pair of doors that led to the downstairs apartment. A pair of beady eyes stared out at Nina from behind the curtain. Another door led into the community laundry room for the house, and after was a stone stairway that led to the ‘upper half’ of the backyard and to the back porch of the second story apartment. As Nina rounded into the porch, Manuela was opening. ” She replied throatily. “You’ve already told me that.” I responded as I kissed her lightly on the neck and began to trail my hands down her body. My hands moved slowly across her lightly bulging stomach, and down into her panties. She pushed back against me as my fingers began to push between the fabric of her panties and her crotch. “You shouldn’t do that.” She said huskily. “Oh yeah I should. I am an ass hole” I said as I trailed my tongue over her neck. I pushed my fingers farther into.