In I went. Not even with the thin bit of me, the big bulbous part pushed right in, no thought for me squashed like a marshmallow and shoved into her s...ink hole. If the pussy was a little smelly then this was hell.It has been three days, and still, I cannot get it out of my mind that I am now an anal toy. Please, please, agony mistress, help me.Comma (Ms, The)P.S. Perhaps Bodge and Fuckit, those well-known lawyers, may help with a restraining order? Dear Ms CommaWell aren't you an uppity little. When the crowd began to thin, I put my hands in my pockets and was alone with my thoughts. A mixture of emotions overcame me, sadness, anxiety and shame. I thought about my parents and wondered what they would say about their failure of a daughter. More tears began to run down my rosy, red cheeks.I continued to walk until I reached the next canal. Pausing for a moment, I looked down at the water. The choppiness distorted the glimmers of street lights and the wind continued to howl around me. I. "I guess that means you'd enjoy a little tryst." Her laughter rang through his head. She could read his mind and he was asking how she could do such a thing, but there was a huskiness that she craved. "I have a gift for these kinds of things."His manner of speech was foreign. She couldn't quite place the accent but it was enough for her to wet her black thong. "Come to me and let us explore some other things beside how I can read your thoughts." She projected another image in his mind of her on. Her eyes still didn't look up, even when she was directly in front of me, standing between my parted knees, taller than my sitting position, she hid her eyes."Kneel." Gill knelt, her hands still behind her head.I pulled on the plastic coated end of the tie to my jogging pants. The knot undid easily."Pull these down." Gill took her hands from behind her head and grasped the waist band and eased the jogging bottom down over my hips, exposing my cock, then passed my knees that I had obligingly.