"My mother nodded then suggested that Ray get packed now so that he wasn't rushing around at the last moment. There also seemed to be a hint that his ...remaining time would not be dull and I got the feeling that those plans would not include me. Then it struck me that Ray may not get an opportunity of a repeat performance with my mother with Zelda due to arrive at any minute. Call me petty, but that thought cheered me up no end. Anyway, Ray went off to pack while my mother and I finished tidying. " She gave one of his nipples a brutal twist. "Fuck lady, youhave some explaining to do!" "Oh, really? I'm just a twat steak,you know twat steak don't you? I'm a little broiler-fryer, you can't talk toa broiler-fryer, asshole!" She turned away from him, tossed her hair,and resumed. "You are going to pay for all your writings. There's goingto be a little intervention here in about twenty-four hours, and you're thestar." " You crazy bitch, whata you gonna do?" "Well," shepurred, "I do believe. I went very slowly. From the kinds of things I read sometimes, I feared the slightest entry might make me scream with agony. But there was nothing like that. How silly! No, my virginal backdoor took my finger in to the first knuckle very patiently--welcoming it, in fact. It felt warm inside. Soft and hot, like my snatch. Tighter though. Nothing frightful or alien about it at all. “Good?” he asked. “It’s--nice,” I said. “How far are you in?”“Uhm, just at the first joint. Just the tip, you. ''In the meantime I have something that will prevent you from having a sneaky cum.'' She then took great pleasure in adding an evil looking spiky gizmo to my cage whereupon it became obvious that my cock getting hard would be fraught with consequences of an unpleasant nature.Upstairs I was in bed, reading, but totally aware that my wife was stark naked strutting around getting ready for bed and taking much longer than usual to do it. This no doubt all part of her deranged plan. She climbed.