He found her whipped ass and his fingers worked down into the humid canyon between her meaty asscheeks. She couldn't stand that, not after being raped...up the ass so many times."God, no, not there!" she cried. "He raped me there. I... I don't ever want another man fucking me up the ass!"The dark stranger hanging onto her arm didn't seem the least bit surprised at her outburst. He had even accepted her nakedness as if it were a common occurrence."Answer me," he said. "Who are you?" I... I'm. I decided that my best tactic was to get some sleep while we were in the air. I started on that project as soon as we were off the ground.Even with the sleep, by the time we finally touched down in LA, an hour late, it had already been a long day and I was dead tired. So I was relieved to see James stood in the arrivals hall waiting for me as I pulled my suitcase along behind me, my rucksack on my back.“Welcome to LA,” he greeted me as we shook hands, “how was your flight?”“Long and tiring,” I. ..Sometimes I would hide in an old steamer trunk in the attic and shove something I found into my ass at first I started out small but as my asshole began to stretch I found larger objects to stick up there one of my favorites was a candle I stole from the dining room it was tapered at the tip and slid in easily and I could stick it in deep and kind of swirl it around that was fun! Once I shoved a small ball up there and could not get it out tried as I might I was scared but said nothing and. ” I just continued to stare. “Andrea, this is my friend John Michael Steele. You guys did meet briefly that one time, but this is different.”The other attendees had been standing a little back and smiling. But now the big man spoke up.“Yes, John Michael, I know Darrell. Actually, he is, was, one of my employees. I hired him to watch your back, and that of others, when you were, well...” said Nathan“The word is incarcerated, Mister Grimes,” I said.“Henrietta, this is my friend Darrell Cabot from.