And then the others. Unless you prefer the alternative, red-hot pitchforks and all that jazz. I’m sure that the demons miss torturing you down in He...ll, after all,” I warned Jerry, making him desperate to please Jessica now.“Maybe we should make him eat all of his food between a woman’s cheeks, eh?” Nicki now proposed, her meaning quite clear.The poor, pathetic fool made a face, of course, at the thought of having to eat all of his meals from a woman’s butt-crack. That was most unwise of him, as. Half a bottle of baby oil covered me and i felt his finger pushing into my bum holeI gasped, then i felt a bigger finger, i gasped again.One finger up my bottom and another opening my pussy.He spat on my hole He lay between my legs, he grabbed my hair and yanked it over to one side.His old fat body pushing me down.He then bit down on my shoulder giving me a massive bloody love bite... don't, please don't do that i asked.He laughed, yanked harder and bit harder.Explain that you fat cheating pig. That meant I missed senior English, among other classes. Ms. Pixler, who I kind of like, scowled at me when she handed my opening essay back Tuesday morning and told me revisions had to be in by Thursday and if I’d been in class the previous day, I’d have known that.I didn’t get a chance to review her comments in class but I glanced over it at lunch. WTF? There was more red ink on my paper than black ink.I thought her comments were mostly petty and a lot of them were judgment calls. Then she. I was showing him the real me, how naughty I could be. I loved him seeing how dirty I was. How in need of sex. He told me I could cum and I did. Loud and harshly, bucking up off the seat of the chair, jerking, gradually lessening, until I was breathless in the chair. It had felt so good doing it for him. Better than doing it on my own. When I dressed I could clearly see the dark wet strip on the leather chair where I had been sitting and smell my juices on my tits. The knowledge of what I had.