”No mamm,” I replied and shook my head. I tried to relax as one of her lubed fingers began to probe my puckered ass ring.I let out an involuntary ...roan as her finger found it’s mark and slid all the way in. ”Oh yeah, I knew you would like that,” she purred as she slowly began to work her finger around and around, making circles inside my rectum. She then changed tactics and slowly withdrew the finger until just the tip was inside me, only to thrust the entire digit back in to the hilt! Was I. . Raoul de Chagney! How dare you compromise my daughter? Do not move from that spot! I have held my tongue until now, but now you will feel the lash of it. I welcomed you into my home and this is how you repay me? You take advantage of my daughter's innocence and you do it under my roof. I think not, Monsieur! You have just given me ample evidence of your unsavory intentions towards my daughter. And, you, Monsieur, call yourself a gentleman? Bah! Why should I allow you to enter my home again?. This apparently earns me a special position, because when I look over at the woman in front of me on the treadmill, she turns and gives me a devious smile as my sneakers start moving on their own. I'm pulled away from the red workout outfit by my pushy sneakers, and now I realize they're taking me right into the source of the action--the women's locker room.By now, the locker room was empty save for a few more of the woman's outfits from the duffle bag--each of them going locker to locker now. I told her she was cold…her nipples were really hard…and then she slid my hand down her stomach between her legs and asked if that was better. My friend was there the whole time, could see (enough) and hear, but said nothing. I’d not had this opportunity before, so I went for it and told her to spread her legs a bit. I felt her stance widen and slid my finger strait over her pussy. She was warm, and a little wet and I decided to go for it, and pushed up with my index finger, and suddenly I was.