He took his fingertips and slid them under the hem of my skirt, sliding against the skin of my thigh inching over under the hem. He stepped back, movi...ng his hard cock off my ass, giving his hand room to slide over until his finger tip was resting in the crack of my ass. My panties, the only thing in the way.He slowly moved the tip of his finger up and down the crack of my ass, pushing my panties into the crack.I realized my eyes were closed, and I opened them, and quickly looked around.No one. She's moaning in pleasure and in pain. He takes his time opening her and once he is inside and she is used to his girth and length, he starts to thrust. It's clear that he wants to finish in her arse so he fucks her hard and fast. I do my best below her by bringing my hips up to meet his thrusts. She's screaming in pleasure but, with my hands under my bum still handcuffed, I'm rather uncomfortable. I take the chance to work a finger into my arse so that both my holes are filled. It hurts as my. Let's see, it must be almost ten days or so since she called, Laura thought, counting back. Very odd. Something's going on. They told her about the screaming and groaning down here, I'll bet, she thought, glumly.Laura had been in such a flutter of love and exuberant sexual happiness following her night with Sara that almost nothing else had got her attention for days. On top of that, she had engaged a real estate person-a friend of Rhonda's-who had within days found her a delightful condo. ”“Okay, so you feel repressed or just don’t feel like we’re telling you everything,” Mom asks patiently.“Yes, and it’s like no matter how much I show you that I have control of me and my school and my life nobody can let me have a decent say in what happens,” I tell her finally getting it out.“I want you to think about something for me,” Mom says softly,” I want you to think about your father and I trying to protect you from things that will upset you and possibly make you run away from.