They were also not burnt, thus supporting the story.This had the locals in a quandary, as they liked to burn their witches even if they didn’t repor...t it to the authorities. The local Pastor decided that they would hang them first and then burn them to make sure.He had a gripe with Glyn’s parents because his mother had refused to lay with him. When the Pastor attempted to force her, his father had beaten the man black and blue. They had tried to get him removed but to no avail.Their complaints. To spread her ass cheeks wide open, as wide as they would go, and stare into her secret, shameful hole. Her most private space. Her anus. Her asshole. Her rectum. Natalie’s rectum. Her shithole. I still hadn’t seen her asshole properly due to the vanilla nature of our sexual relationship, but I was struggling to wait any longer. I wanted to see her anus so badly. To even just look at it. Observe it. Smell it. And finally of course to inspect it, with all the bodily tools available to me. Yes,. You are soaking wet down there!”His fingers moved back and forth, in and out of my vagina as it lubricated in a desperate attempt at self-preservation.“You’re getting wetter and wetter too. Quite the little pain slut aren’t you? I wonder what other surprises we’re going to find tonight.”The lubrication was doing its job; the pain was fading quickly to be replaced by incredible sensations of stimulation. The man was good! I moaned as his fingers fucked me hard, grinding against my sensitive. I folded the towel in half and laid it across a small section of the bed and sat. I watched him as he took off his shirt to replace it with a new one. He had an amazing body of muscle and I couldn’t help but stare. He caught after he turned around and I just turned beat red. He laughed and looked over at me saying, “Like what you see?” I wasn’t sure how to reply so I just laughed and said, “Bet you’ve asked that before!” He just looked and said, “Actually, no I can’t say I have” I was shocked.