We can't wake the kids." The childrens' bedroom is on the opposite side of the house and the baby monitor is silent but the warning is acknowledged as... neither of us want to be disturbed. Marie starts to suckle my fingers as I stroke her thighs before touching her inner thigh. She trembles with arousal and I smell the musk of her wet pussy. I squeeze her buttocks in turn before stroking the lower lips of her flower. Marie moans around my fingers in her mouth and I send a stinging slap to her. ”“What did you two talk about that you felt wasn’t important enough to tell me yet?” I began showing irritation in my voice. I didn’t want to answer her question. She caught onto my impatience.“Well, we talked maybe five or six times, for a couple of hours each.”Five or six times, what was she pulling at? There would be no way a person could forget the exact number of something like that.“We talked a lot about my sister, and of course I bragged a lot about myself. I basically said that she was. Her mother slapped her tits to quiet her sarcasm.“Eleven Sir, thank you,” Stacy counted and seemed slightly more engaged now. “Train my ass to hold bigger objects, Sir,” she answered.“Why is it important to train your ass to do that?” I asked. I genuinely wanted to know what the point of the uncomfortable little toy was. I had no idea that Stacy would react as if she had never thought about it any deeper than what she had just told me.“I guess so that it can be amusing to stick things up my. "I'm going to liftyour knees up higher now," he said, pressing the button again. My kneesrose. The Latina wonder flopped against my abdomen. My rosebud becamevisible."I'm going to use a lubricant on you. It may feel cold," he said,pulling on a set of rubber gloves."Ok, Doctor," I said, meekly. The lubricant did feel cold as his fingerpushed it around my rosebud.He pressed his finger inside slightly. "Are you ok?" he asked."Oh, yes," I said, slightly wiggling my butt.He pressed his finger.