For a week I masturbated morning, night and sometimes noon thinking about her thrashing beneath me and urging me to make Mommy come. Or eating me out....Or... eating out her daughter, Yvonne. I pictured... me, I guess, only a little older. I imagined a sad, beautiful, bicurious woman with major inhibitions and no experience -- in other words, she LOOKED like me, and that was about it -- screwing her face up into a pained expression, clutching the sheets, consumed by how wrong it was to have her. The icy cold steel of the rectal spreader slips between her sore muscular anal opening. Deeply sucking air through the tubes into her lungs, she knows what is next as he places the tongs just inside her canal. The audio recordings told her what to expect and emphasized that she is powerless to stop him from proceeding.Helplessly, she squeezes her butt cheeks but the anal spreader widens her opening with each turn of the screw, almost two inches. A tearing sensation takes root as her. I can't help the way I am." Maybe I SHOULD watch you with that girl from Traffic." Vickie? You'd love her. She's bi like me. I'm sure she'd let you do her."To emphasise her words, she let the towel fall to the floor, a sight Penrose was unable to ignore. He rose to the occasion and positioned her on her hands and knees as he rushed to remove his clothes.They spent the following morning discussing how best to help Chalky escape the trumped up charges. Penrose had tried to interview the victim.. Her breathing was becoming a little more excited. Gemma stayed in the same position, but I moved round in front of her. She was a little shaky, vulnerable perhaps. Shy? I kissed her again. This time we were open-mouth kissing.She had moved back a little to steady herself and was now resting on a wall. I pulled back a little and just drank in the sight of her two beautiful tits. I had dreamed of this. I moved down and began sucking on her right breast, biting, nibbling, tonguing her nipple. My.