" He said but started moving for my rump. "Lick my asshole, George," I said. "I need it so bad." I wiggled my ass to emphasize the point. He was slow,...tentative, and reluctant. I suspected it was the first butthole he'd touched with a finger, much less his tongue. I didn't mind the delay, it would strengthen his cock for when he was ready to pound me up the ass. I'd prepped earlier that day before the game, and made sure to use a thick dildo to spread my asshole wide. It may have gotten tighter. Anger, betrayal, disappointment, shame and regret were the most prevalent in that storm. I wanted to toss the letter and the journal into the fire, but I needed to know what happened to start all of this. There had to be some reason my parents - and then I - would be targeted by this man.I folded the letter up and put it in my pack. While it may have been his wish to have me get rid of it, his final actions require answers for his family.I went to check on the stew, and found that it was cooked. The two strangers now moved my young body with ease, positioning me on my back on the rear seat, my legs out the door, my dress up around my waist. The fat trucker pulled my ass towards the edge of the seat, his big hands on my slim hips, his spit wet cock sticking out obscenely. Let me at that tight little pussy you sexy little bitch, before I could say anything he pulled me towards him jamming his fat cock into me with a grunt, the bulbous head popping past the tight entrance of my cunt and. .. How could it have ever been this good, she had to know ... if this is her punishment she will gladly submit to he new mistress.What was happening to her? Now, she watched, in part horror and part fascination, as Stephanie produced the nipple clamps from earlier. She smiled and held them up so that Debbie could see them. She didn’t want to think about what was going to happen to her.She didn’t want to think about it, but there was no way to avoid it.Her tits were going to be clamped again!.