. I don't know, intimate maybe.Closer study of the markings allowed me to identify them as a small scene - almost like a nativity. It was definitely a... baby lying in a crib of some description but I couldn't make out any more than that.I returned the stone to my pocket for now and got up to head downstairs before Mom shouted for me again.The last few days before Christmas passed quickly. I shared all of the details of my second trip to Gael with Brenda. She, of course, interrogated me once again. He just shook his head no, muttering about working too hard. Just a few short weeks later, his life changed. ‘Hey, some of us are going on a picnic down at the park by the river this afternoon. Wanna come?’ Patty flashed that bright smile that made Dan’s knees weak as she set his breakfast in front of him. ‘Sure!’ He answered, forgetting he had plans to pick up Sarah after work and maybe take in a movie or something. Dan rushed home after work, took a quick shower, grabbed his bathing suit and. Performing another half turn, I now had my back to the camera. Slowly and steadily, I pulled the t-strap from between my ass cheeks. Bending forward, my pussy and asshole were in plain view to the world as I eased the panties off of my legs. It did a lot for this image when I did a quick shimmy that had my beautiful chocolate ass cheeks shaking. I followed up with some ass clapping and pulled my cheeks even further apart, opening myself to the world. I could feel beads of my juice running down. “And you’ll let him do it. You’ll go along with whatever he wants you to do.”My insides curled up into a little knot and squeezed.I knew what he was saying. That’s one of my nightmares, too.“How can I possibly protect you from that?”How could anyone possibly protect me from that?How could I possibly protect me from that?But maybe my desire to protect myself would be stronger than my brain’s desire to shut down. Maybe it would let me scream, fight back, get away. I hope so. I don’t know, so.