Some of them giggled.Some of them openly sneered with thinly hidden contempt at the patheticexcuse for a man that stood before them. David cringed and...wanted to runfrom the room. His eyes prickled and he could feel the tears beginning toform in his eyes. This was not how things we were meant to be he thought.In his fantasies he had always felt happy and it had been a time of greatjoy being caped and then his hair permed or set or coloured. But this.This was just humiliating.Jane brushed past. I adjusted the tiny little lace skirt of my French maid outfit and as I did so my heels clicked expectantly against the linoleum. Placing my hands on the counter I stared long and hard at myself. I still couldn't figure out where the good girl version of me had run off too. She had apparently gone MIA for tonight and I was personally very okay with that. A shiver ran down my spine as I took in the hungry eyes staring back at me. My heart jumped into my throat...my husband was going to love. Standing up he pulled my arse cheeks apart and probed my now wet anus with his index finger. Slowly and painfully to start off with, his finger forced its way past my ring muscles and until it was sunk in up to his knuckle. He left it there and then gently started to rotate it, trying to widen my arse until the muscles had relaxed and were used to it. When he thought I was ready, I felt a second finger probing at the entrance to my arse and surprisingly easily it joined the first.I was now bent. She was in the country entirely illegally and had worked in a succession of menial, low-paid jobs where employers pay cash and ask no questions. She was essentially a very quiet, calm and level-headed person for whom the raging sexual desire that had consumed her last few days was entirely out of character. Its grip on her was so strong that she made no attempt to resist it but at some level she realised that something strange and disturbing was happening. I was desperate to resolve her anxiety.