“My turn, Daddy,” I laughed then. “I need to get fucked just that good, too!” * * It was already after midnight that same night, but none of u...s were the least bit sleepy. I had not yet gotten that good fucking my father promised me earlier, after he and Amy had banged each other nearly senseless, so I was eagerly waiting for just that event. Instead, Amy and I were posing for Polaroid pictures for my father, still in our knee socks but having kicked our shoes aside, our faces mostly out of the. "Use my card."I looked around. The speaker was Chip Keller. He still seemed disconnected, like he was sleepwalking, but he was holding his ID card and gesturing towards the card reader by the door. "Security. Opens all the doors," he said in the same slow, flat voice."Perfect, " I said. "And ... Chip. Do you mind if I borrow your gun?" My ... my..." Your gun, Chip. Please. Now. Hand it to me, OK?" I wanted to get him away from his gun because I had no idea how stable he was.He started at me a. ‘I’m so glad you’re enjoying the food, there’s plenty. I’ll give you some to take home, if you like — ooh, and I made lots of lasagna a few nights ago, if you like that.’ Leslie nodded, thrilled to be eating real food again. ‘She really does love your work,’ Cliff said as Jess kept glancing back at the painting. It was an exquisite nude of a redheaded model Leslie had known well and painted often, a true favorite of hers. ‘We were both wondering why you haven’t seemed to produce much new work. You relax against me as I work your asshole, loosening you up, bit by bit, more and more lube… filling your sweet tight ass... my finger working it in deep, deeper… You wonder now why you were so afraid of this. My finger is fully inside you now, rotating, stretching you… you shiver as you feel me ease my finger out - and then a second finger joins the first and you work your hips, grinding against my fingers, wanting more, impatient.You realize with a thrill that your pussy is dripping wet,.