As his finger began invading that tight pucker everything else was driven from my mind.I purred encouragement, my hips working harder as he slowly wor...ked one digit into my butt -- I hoped it was his longest finger, of course. Ahhhh, that was so good! There was that stretchy stingy scratchy feeling as my bung reflexively resisted. A gentle pooping pressure on my part relaxed my sphincter and his finger slipped deep into my greasy depths and I felt him wiggling it around in there. At the same. " Have they been here long?" For a while," she shrugged."Well, shall we go out somewhere?" Oh, I don't know. I just feel really relaxed now. Let's stay here and get a suntan."I was quite surprised at this. Jenny rarely likes to stay in the same place for more than an hour or two at a time. I wondered if the guys in front of us had anything to do with this, but I supposed it didn't really matter anyway. I was still feeling pretty rough and to be honest I would have liked nothing more than. ”, To be honest I was a little bit shocked because of her reaction, I was pretty sure that she understood the situation and she came here to please me. After a few seconds I became angry and I replied “Beata my dear, please listen to me very carefully, you have two options: 1. You get dressed and leave, if you do that, your father will have to pay me back a good deal of money and besides this he will probably go to jail or option 2 - I will let your father pay his debt to me in the next 2-3. And the upshot of such a scene; well about an hour later I answer a knock at the door to find a tear stained, mascara lined, dishevelled, shivering Pippa clutching her car keys, her blouse mis-buttoned, with incoherent sobs falling from her trembling lips. Oh dear! Only one thing for it: a nice cup of tea. So I sit Pippa down at the kitchen table, place a steaming hot mug of Yorkshire’s finest tea in front of her, pull up a chair alongside and, with one hand rubbing soothingly along her.