" He whispers into my ear, and has me begging for him to do so. He pushes his cock against my hole, and it's not willing to budge. "We're going to hav...e to fix that now, aren't we?" His hand comes off my body, and quickly pulls out the bedside drawer, and reaches for a bottle of what I can only assume is lube. He's squeezed it out onto his hand and rubbing it into the other, before using one of the hands to rub the lube onto his cock, and the other to rub it onto my ass. After minutes of. ..cause him emotional conflicts. Even theFond of Writing Devotional task was set up in a dichotomous way. It showedher as being very worthy and superior and him as insignificant andinferior. And the best part of it was that it was very repetitive. PrincessDee knew that a tired and confused mind would find it to be almost hypnoticand that Tom would be very suggestible to what he read and typed onto thescreen.Tom was being conditioned into submission and was completely unaware of it.It was a. I answered before Jess could.“No, between the lube on the tube and nozzle already and all of your cum in her back door, she should be just fine.”Uncertainly, he pointed the tip at Jess’ asshole menacingly. I saw him take a breath before he moved in with it.Just before the nozzle reached her sphincter, his nervousness made the tube wiggle and it missed the bullseye, instead striking the dimple just above her asshole.“Ooof!” Jess exclaimed, rocking forward.“Oh, I’m sorry!” Brent said, pulling. Oh, well I thought. At least I can cum in peace now. She doesn't even have to know that I knew she was there. I can play it off like nothing ever happened. Then I notice a movement in the reflection. It's her again, but she's not wearing the white T-shit any more. I can see her nice firm tits through the reflection. She is sneaking into the room. Just as she fully enters the room, I get so excited I can feel myself about to cum. I'll never know what I did this for sure, but it was so fast I.