Not even with the thin bit of me, the big bulbous part pushed right in, no thought for me squashed like a marshmallow and shoved into her stink hole. ...f the pussy was a little smelly then this was hell.It has been three days, and still, I cannot get it out of my mind that I am now an anal toy. Please, please, agony mistress, help me.Comma (Ms, The)P.S. Perhaps Bodge and Fuckit, those well-known lawyers, may help with a restraining order? Dear Ms CommaWell aren't you an uppity little piece of. Once more I feel like the house is uncomfortable, ashamed of it’s appearance. Walking up the ramp to the front porch, I glance at the bags of trash, and decide I ought to get the truck and haul it down. Past that, there are boxes of stuff, and some things just sitting on the porch, awaiting their fate. I know that sounds dramatic, but that’s exactly what’s happening. These things are for the auction~ nameless possessions that no one claims and that no one is interested in. Junk that means. I always remember this beautiful gimmick of the mirror also if at the end i have had a small mockery :-P, but I could not certainly curse our mother :-P, also because if in that moment that my mother had covered me that beautiful vision the luck had turned my back so to speak :-P, little time before of this episode always thanks at the nice tunics for the house of my sister, over to the episode of the best erection of my life namely that she was sitted on a chair with legs nude and white open. I did not have long as she was soon walking into my room she looked atme and said good my princess is awake, I have brought the clothes youwill wear to church today would you like to see them.I did not say anything so she just okay, here they are she said holdingup a lacy white dress with short puffy sleeves and square neckline thena pair of white tights and black Mary Jane shoes with no heel.No mom I said not that please anything but that dress.She said this the only dress your sister will.