“That’s better. Now, Sandy…tell me about the bed, what kind is it?” He asked me.“To tell you the truth, I don’t know. I didn’t even thin... about that.” I turned and looked at the bed. “It’s just a bed I guess, nothing special I don’t think, well King-sized but other than that just a bed.”“I would think a -CUNT WHORE- like you would know what is special about this bed.” I wasn’t sure what he said for a second then. I turned to him my eyes glaring.“Here you stand dressed like a common street. Suddenly I poked my index finger into her puckered asshole and she stiffened,” What are you doing Supriya, you bitch, don’t touch my ass…..you fucking bitch….not my ass again…ohhhhhhhh shit….play with my ass….doublef uck Barkha, the bitch…..fuck my ass too…you horny bitch…fuck me please” Her thighs had now clamped tightly round my ears and I went on fingering her ass and licking her cunt. Barkha had now relaxed her ass muscles and my finger went in and out easily. She was writhing and moaning. I took a tissue from the box on the floor and dabbed at the remaining tears, "You're getting your shirt all wet and you'll catch your death of cold in this air conditioning." She gave a barking laugh and then dissolved into tears again. I didn't say anything just sat down next to the chair and pulled her into my lap. She came willingly and when I had her settled I leaned us over so we were lying against the bean bag. I kissed her hair and whispered, "It's okay, Phoebe, tears are good for you.. ” She trailed off, blushing furiously and hugging her arms around her.Christine laid her hand on her niece’s arm in a comforting gesture. “It sounds to me like you need to get this out. Whatever it is, I’m not going to judge you. Just tell me.”“I can’t,” Lynne whispered.“Yes you can.”Lynne looked toward her aunt, but refused to look her in the eyes. The uncomfortable pause lasted for long seconds, and then Lynne haltingly spoke. “My boyfriend was over at the house. Mom and Dad were gone,.