I lay defeated, my ass still stinging from the welts now added with the soreness of my asshole. “A rest” he said. I knew what was coming.From the ...oment he began tying me down to the table I knew my night would end this way. The knowledge did nothing to lessen the pain or the humiliation I felt.“Keep breathing and it won’t hurt as badly.”As the tip of his rock hard cock bumped against my asshole I let out a muffled plea to stop. This was met with a ear splitting crack across my already raw ass. She stepped into the room and began removing the dress when she heard the bolt lock the door. She knew what was coming and she knew who would be cumming."I was really hoping you would do this, son! Oh, fuck, I want you to take me right here," she whispered to him. Keith already had his pants down and his hard cock was staring her in the face. She got on her hands and knees on the padded bench and he rested one knee on the bench behind her and pushed up the not yet purchased dress before she. Somebody higher up in the food chain always thought it was a good idea to interrupt our sleep cycle and dump us into something borderline dangerous. We never knew if it was real or not. To us, everything was real.The briefing we got from the guy in the front of the chopper was brief, all right. "There's a bomb on an oil rig..." He pronounced it 'O-ahl Re-ug.' " ... off the California coast. That's all I know. Y'all gonna turn it off." That came out 'Oaff.'About fifteen minutes flying at full. " That means you don't want to talk about it." True." We settled into a ruminative silence. Weena hadn't said a word.We were soon at the ranch. Mum seemed a bit greyer and somewhat worn. Dad was off somewhere, but would be back. I wasn't quite certain what to say, but Weena cut that Gordian knot."Are you quite okay?" she asked.Mum smiled. "I'll never be any younger. And that experience sure took it out of me. I still get tired, and it's nearly two weeks."Weena reverted to being a professional..