I know."I thought I detected a little disappointment on her face but I just let it go."I'm heading up to bed," I said. "I'll leave you to your self pl...asuring again. Thanks for the advice." Anytime sweetie. I love being able to help you."I trudged up to bed expecting to be up all night obsessing over whether or not to sleep with Bree. Actually the opposite happened. I sat down on the bed to take my shoes off and then drifted off to sleep waking up the next morning still in my clothes.The next. The other two let the older gentleman begin to take the report. The car door was left open but I could only hear some of the conversation, but I had an advocate in Lindsey correcting some of her fathers outrageous claims. I heard him start with claiming I broke in and Lindsey shot back “That’s bullshit dad and you fucking know it!” The officer asked Lindsey to wait off to the side while he finished. Jack went on an exaggerated tale of our encounter. When he was done interviewing Jack he had him. The room was odd, consisting of two sections. The smaller appeared to be a barber shop, complete with a chair, mirror, and counter of shearing implements. The larger portion consisted of a showering stall: white tiled, lined with showerheads, and open to the rest of the room. A table sat in the middle of the shower area, next to which hung an ominous enema bag. Finally, a toilet sat along one wall. Upon being ordered to disrobe, the man was made to lay down on the table. Face down, he was. He pushed the bare cock to my pink lips, then tortured me by rubbing it along, butting the head against my asshole, forcing my tiny cunt to slobber along the length, I humped back at him and he grabbed my hips. I was so wet I practically wet the bed with cum juice, the first time ever, actually. I came as he slipped it in, also a first. I've never felt something so huge not hurting at first, but it was pure pleasure. He hit my core, he kept fucking his hips at me, it felt so fucking good, made.