"He just needs a warm up," laughed Sarah, "quickly slave, I'm thirsty!" She wasted no time, the second I was bent over I felt her warm tongue pressed ...against my arsehole, her hands spreading my cheeks. I moaned guturally as her velvet tongue flicked around my rim, pushing her tip inside my arsehole. Then a finger was at my entrance, firmly pushing against my puckering hole. Sarah pressed forward, her finger slipping inside my virgin arse. My arms and legs wobbled as I let out a howl of. I then felt him slide down my jeans and run his fingers over panties. I played along with this because I seriously thought that he was just doing this to annoy me and I was enjoying it. He then parted my legs and I felt his velvet smooth head poke at my special place. As he tried to enter me I let out an inaudible scream. I was still on the phone! I ended the conversation and asked him what he was doing. He just kept trying to enter me and it hurt. So he slid my jeans down to my ankles. This time I could feel a hand grazing across my butt. I tried to turn around. But it was too crowded and one of my leg was stuck in the crowd. I turned my head partially , to see if i can see someone through the corner of my eyes. But I couldn't see anyone standing behind me. While I was trying to do this, the hand started becoming more adventurous. It moved down my backside and slowly started lifting up my skirt. Why did I wear a skirt today ?!I have fantasized about getting molested by. .. Thinking not for the first time, ‘Grandfather, why me?‘Okay, let’s - dare I say it - ‘Assume’ it might be true. Had we jumped into the past? Logic dictated that if we had done so, we shouldn’t even be here, as affecting the past affected the future. Meaning something done here would change what we would do in the future. Another phrase, “Damn it, Jim, I’m a doctor, not a Philosopher.” came to mind. Damn that bump on the head! I wasn’t even making sense to myself. Sighing, I felt that what.