Before I could stop him, he slid his finger, coated with Vaseline, up my poop-hole.” “Oh my god. Really?” “Yes, really. And the thing is tha...t it felt good, at least in my drunken state. And because it came so quickly and as such a surprise, I didn’t have time to tense up so it didn’t really hurt much. Once he realized that I wasn’t fighting him over this, he started pumping his greasy finger in and out while he reached around and found a naked tit. I was starting to get into it when he. “Well, I guess there’ll be no mystery fuck tonight,” she said sadly. “God, I was really looking forward to a sound fucking this evening!” she continued. I told her I had already called our mystery visitor to tell him we had to reschedule. “Damn!” she said, “I love my dad, and Malcolm too, but Christ, I need it so bad!” she continued. After dinner, as we put the dishes away, she was still visibly upset. Pete and Malcolm had gone back to the TV, and I had a sudden thought. “Listen,” I told her.. . The butterflies arrived halfway through dinner. She’d been nervous before that moment, but not unbearably so. She glanced up at him, across the table, as the waitress refilled her water glass. He was staring back at her, a small smile playing across his lips, one finger lightly tapping against his now full glass. Yet it was the look in his eyes--like a cat playing with a mouse--that brought on the butterflies. She thought, Christ, what have I agreed to? They skipped dessert, him not wanting. She added I could be a witness that night or I could stay home alone, waiting for her…But two hours before leaving for Jerome’s house, the black bastard called me and said he had installed a modern camera system around his house. So, I would not be allowed to be there; but I could watch the whole action from my own laptop at home; just being on line.I was glad about hearing that news; at least this time I could see who would be the bastard that caused so many bruises and bite marks on my wife’s.