I turned off the ignition andsat there in my car, staring at the store front incredulously. After amoment of gathering my thoughts on how improbable t...is had to be, Ireminded myself of how busy the wizard in the stories usually seemed.Without wasting any more time, I got out of my car and walked into thestore. As expected, I was greeted by the sound of an old fashioneddoorbell which I spotted hanging off of the door frame when I looked backfor the source of the sound. As I looked around the. He sat down again at the edge.Victor moved over me, pushing two fingers deeply into my vagina.He then drew them out, rubbing my own slick juices onto my anus. Hubby said I was so tight; but he pushed a finger into my asshole, his knuckle slipping easily past my sphincter ring.I relaxed my anus, before Victor gently slid a second finger into it.I felt a very cold wetness applied to my rectum, before he used three of his fingers to stretch me a bit more.I bent over the edge of the bed and closed. “It’s a bit unnerving, actually.”“OK, so maybe that’s not a good idea at this point. Kathy and Kurt, let’s just go in the ‘Indian’ room in the morning and if other people drift in, that’s OK by me.”“Sounds like a plan,” Kathy said.When we’d all finished eating, Kurt, Kathy, Jackie, and Jeremiah cleaned up the kitchen and back yard while I scraped the grill. The temperature had dropped to the low 50’s so we decided to head inside and up to the ‘party’ room in the attic. As usual, Dave and Julia. I.Barely able to speak clearly enough to be understood, Harold McAdams, after three tries, managed to communicate his story to the call center agent that night. "My daughter has been kidnapped by the escaped convicts," he told the agent. "She gave them a ride from a convenience store and now she has disappeared." Thirty minutes later, an agent arrived at the McAdams home to get more details. After confirming the most basic information, he asked Mr. McAdams to accompany him to the convenience.