I could again feel them playing with my ass, squeezing biting and splitting my ass. They then put some gel and started massaging my ass hole. Slowly o...e finger went in and then with more gel one more finger went it.I was getting a little uncomfortable and struggling to take the finger. They continued fingering me with two fingers till I got used to it. Then came in one more finger with lube. I thought I wouldn’t be able to take it and told them.They just laughed and didn’t seem to care. With. It looked like he had just walked into a garage sale. He wondered where the heck he was. This wasn't the drug store. What happened? Did he have the wrong door? No. He couldn't have. He distinctly remembered seeing the sign over the door when he walked in to the shop."Oh, ob course you are. Escuuze me bud dis code in my head id gibbing me fids. I usually know da names of everyone that comes in here because I'm a wizzer bud nod eben a wizzer's magic can fighd da common code. So, just whad is it. Deeds that, I could never have imagined, could happen to me.Deeds that, left me, with indelible marks./\/\/\ ----------------------------------- \/\/\--- Part One ---Spain, Costa Blanca and Alicante were names that very often sounded and resounded in mymind like an echo. “Some day I'll reach those places”, I used to think to myself. One day, asmy holidays were near, I took abruptly my decision : “I'll leave !”. After a couple of days Iwas ready. I had checked out my small but reliable car,. My husband Ankit works in a private software company.One day Ankit said that he had got an opportunity in US and we will be moving to US. I was really excited about it. I always wanted to wear modern clothes, but being in India, it was difficult to wear revealing clothes.After a month, we moved to US and it was like a dream come true. We moved into a house and we decided to host a small dinner for Ankit’s colleagues and boss. Since his boss and seniors would be coming, I decided to wear.