.. I made you supper, so get out soon before it gets cold." Okay, Mom, and thanks."Drying myself off, I put on a pair of pj's and headed downstairs to...eat. Mom was in the other room watching her television show.I could clearly see her sitting with her legs tucked under her ass, wearing a long red robe from where I sat. The bottom of her robe had parted slightly, and Mom's smooth milky legs were exposed up to her knee.I stared at the spot where the robe still hid flesh and found myself wanting. My body was beginning to get slippery as I rubbed my clit remembering Jen and Bob. Then I remembered the preacher and his cock inside me in the wrong place. It wasn't the first one there, but he had been ruthless as he plowed my back entrance.My body was responding to both the manipulation of my finger on my clit, and the memory of the preacher forcing his cock inside me over and over. The nerve ending that controlled my rear channel were confused since the movement was all wrong from their. He was the first to enter after they had pried away the grating, the others following his lead somewhat fearfully. Once inside, the cave opened out enough for them to walk alongside the foul stream. The light from outside faded as they moved cautiously ahead, but a faint glow from patches of mold on the walls let them see once their eyes grew accustomed to the gloom. They went on and on. Time became something they had once heard about. The eternal night and silence crept in around them, until. But since then something inside me had insidiously begun to whisper that there were erotic possibilities in my helplessness, and I made no protest when my ankles too were locked to the bars. “An hour?” I said, incredulously. “That’s right. We’ll do everything we can to make you come, and you must stop yourself coming. But it’s no use closing your eyes and thinking of something else: you have to hold your erection as hard as possible—just don’t come.” I suddenly thought of something. “But that’s.