She stood there in her tight low rider jeans showing her belly button and thongs from the back side. Her large breasts spilling out of her v-neck tee-...shirt with no bra, I was presented with an amazing and gorgeous sweet sexy cleavage.”Honey, anal? where did you hear that?”She told me that a niece in her class told her in private that this past weekend she tried anal and she loved it. My baby niece wanted to know about anal sex. Her friend teased her quite a bit by telling her how good it felt. Not to mention, they’ll have the help of everyone who believes as they do.”“Well, no one’s attacked you yet,” she said.I nodded. “True, but that’s mostly because I’ve lived under the Lockdown ever since I was awakened and no one’s been able to view my mark without their magic.”“So, the end of the Lockdown could mean ... what?” she asked.I shrugged. “I don’t know. Tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet.”She nodded. “Are you planning on finishing things tonight?”I looked over at the bedside clock. It was. I cannot resist myself jerking off now and then while having a fantasy about my sister in law. It is half past eight that Friday and we are sitting in the living room and watch television. Aisha just had a shower and wears exercise clothes of my wife. Her hair is still wet which gives her a sensual look to me. She is sitting next to Layla on one couch, while I sit on another couch. We cannot find anything interesting to watch and so Layla changes the television channels a lot. Suddenly we. From there on this would happen twice a week, when his mother would attend some charity conferences. His father would torture him, in ways that would not show marks on his body. Then he would use the young boy’s body for his desires.He did not speak to anyone about his tormentor. The years passed and the abusing became unendurable at times. Max started not to trust people. He saw everyone as his enemy. He had no friends at school. All his close family members lived far away. He would only see.