It turns me on.”She stopped suddenly. Finally, she looked back at me through the mess of her dark, curly hair. Her eyes narrowed. “You’re not pl...nning on tying me up, are you?”I glanced around the bedroom. “Well, gosh darn! I forgot the lasso.”She grinned until the fingertip of my burrowing hand brushed her cleft. I touched silky dampness and shuddered slightly. Christ! Rachael’s horny! She fell quiet. My fingertip glided between her moist labia and touched her clit. When I did, Rachael exhaled. “Should I call the doctor, honey” I suggested but she refused as she was not in a position to change her wet dress. “Should I apply some balm”? I asked her and she agreed. I reluctantly lowered her pajamas a bit from one side, applied some lemon scented balm at my palm and started messaging her thigh mildly. “Honey; are you feeling okay?” I asked her after five minutes while still continuing a mild message. “A little bit papa jani” she replied. I moved her leg a bit but she squealed in pain. I. I exhaled and relaxed, knowing that everyone had finally relieved themselves in me. But I relaxed too soon. I felt one of the big syringes glide past the metal jaws of the speculum and deep into my ass hole. Only, this time the plunger was drawn back, and the syringe filled up with piss. I was told to get back up on my hands, and once again someone held my head in place. I held my mouth wide open, and the syringe full of ass-piss squirted in and down my throat. This was a different taste. Guys would kiss you, then grab your breasts, then undress you. You could or sometimes had to suck them, then they would penetrate your vagina and cum. Enjoyable, but often not fulfilling. Not as I had wanted or had dreamed it to be. I knew I loved to see, to touch, to feel a hard cock. I loved feeling it move into me, loved when it slammed into my pussy (bad word!), but was that what I was into? Was that what Tom wanted to hear?I unlocked my apartment door, conscious of how small it was and.