Once more his fingers delved between my legs and went into my cunt, sizing me up, exploring my angle, smearing my amrita all over my pudendum. At first I thought this was foreplay and an affectation, but when he started touching my anus, I knew something was amiss but I didn’t protest. I couldn’t protest.
I wasn’t sure which way was the truth.
He pushed his thumb up my ass. It had to be this thumb. There was no way that his other fingers were that thick and I was certain, based on the angle and other digits touching me, that it was his thumb. I’d had other things up my ass before—mostly c***s and fingers and the occasional tongue along with toys and magical implements—so this wasn’t something new to me, but always before it had been discussed. Bob was rudely using my ass without so much
