" Jill recognized the thing asa gloved finger with some kind of lubricant on it. The finger pressed harderagainst her rear opening, and she felt like ...he was about to shit. She hadnever been penetrated there, and it embarrassed her completely. Trying to focuson what was at stake, she managed not to pull away while the finger thrust intoher rear and probed around. A little later the fingerwas withdrawn and replaced by something bigger, and she instinctively flinchedas it probed her anus. "Relax,. My parents were both “players”, my mom was a school nurse and was home every evening and she also knew most of the people in our small steel town (remember the Deer Hunter? It was filmed where I grew up). My dad worked in construction and would sometimes be gone for a night or two, and those nights were my mother’s chance to “play”. She very often entertained guests in their room across the hall, probably thinking we were asleep, and she obviously enjoyed herself because she was not quiet. She. The assailant’s kick drove Vincent through what remained of the display, and into the wall and the shelving lining it. Again, if someone had been watching closely, they would have seen that the blow actually stopped mere centimeters from Vincent’s body. This time, Vincent slid down and lay upon the floor amid assorted objects dislodged by the impact of his body with them. He looked up the man, his vision somewhat blurred by the power and quickness of the two blows…as well as the glow. “Oh God.”Caroline slowly looked up from the floor to look in my eyes. Her gaze was unfocused, staring right through me. “Too late ... too late ... toooo late.” A weird childish rhythm in her voice made my stomach flip.I held a hand up trying to figure out what to say. “Caroline... ?”She blinked and slowly pointed the knife at me. “You cheated. You shouldn’t have peeked. That’s not how we play this game. You’ll take aaaaaalll the fun out it.”“Holy Fuck!” Missy flung the files at Caroline,.