And the squash! What if she used kitchen tools, like tongs on my nipples? What if . . ? Things rattled near my head on the nightstands as she put them...down. I heard those strange short tones the phone made when the buttons were pushed. I wasn’t afraid of the dark, but I was afraid of being unable to see what she was up to. “Who are you calling?” I asked. “Hello, is this Chad?” “No!” I said automatically. Gina covered my mouth with her hand. I thought about the ball gag and quieted. “Hi, Chad,. “Tiring though.”“We can carry on tomorrow, no need to kill ourselves,” said Rachel, “if you’re coming back after your meeting Mike? I hope you will.”I nodded automatically.“We could have a bonfire, this evening?” suggested Sara. “With all the little branches and twigs? I love bonfires, but we can’t have them at home.” She seemed to have no thought of going home.“We could bake potatoes?” asked Natasha.“And marshmallows?” added Sara. “Great!”“Alright I’ll go into town for marshmallows,” smiled. And then came the main event.Getting up behind my vulnerable ass Cindy put a good coating of lube on the fake cock. Settling in behind me she pushed it against my anus. "How do you guys get around with one of these?" Well, ow, careful, the difference is I can feel what I'm waving around because it's part of me. You're just assaulting me with a weapon. Ah, ok I think you have it. Go easy."She had popped the head of the purple dick inside. Now pushing Cindy managed to slip more and more. I guess HAL had reasoned there needed to be materials to scatter that would approximate the original materials. The F5 tornado slammed into the house and tore it apart. It continued ahead unhindered wiping out several more buildings but the bunkhouse and the small caretaker house were left intact. Yes the windows were broken but the buildings came through the tornado unscathed. Next the screen shifted to the CBS-7 news. The twister was reported by anchorwoman Tatum Hubbard. She always gave me a.