I felt his hand slap my ass check several times rather hard.he had his weight press against me so I was unable to move. I felt him spread my ass cheek... apart, exposing my lil hole.I heard him spit and felt it land on my hole followed by his finger slid into my asshole. he went slowly but didn't stop until his whole finger was inside me. he fingered me for a few minutes with occasional slaps of my ass.He fingered me for abit and I relaxed allowing a 2nd finger to work its way inside my hole.he. The bad guys insisted on a test. A crime, drug use, or facing down a loaded gun were common tests in those situation. It was a direct challenge to a person’s integrity, morals, and self-image. If you failed, they killed you. If you succeeded, you gained their trust enough to betray them completely. But he had no desire to betray Page or Lord Blackmon. “Yes, because you asked and because you said I will understand later.”Page reached over and picked up a piece of paper, “I wrote this down so you. I could feel her heated breath on it, mixing with the intense treatment her fingers were giving me. The mixed feelings and visions had me wanting to come again, no NEEDING to cum again. My mothers administrations to my pussy seemed to excite and drive dad on. The extra deep pounding seemed to bring her more to ecstasy after ecstasy. The view of dad, fucking mom at the foot of my bed, while mom played with my pussy, heated me to volcanic heights. My room smelled of sex. No, reeked of it. never. I hoped that she would come back but I also prayed that she wouldn't. I was also quite glad that it was a Friday, which meant no work and no clients for a couple of days, long enough I hoped to get my head straight.That weekend was fine, I soon forget my trepidation, and when Monday came around was my normal self. That was until around four thirty that afternoon when there was a knock at my door. I didn't hear the knock, I never do, but I always hear Judy's mad barking wherever I was in the.