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I closed my eyes and tried to picture what I looked like. I was kneeling naked with my head on the floor and spreading my ass for two women I didn’t...know. How in God’s name did they make me do this? ”How do you feel right this second?” Mona asked. Oh, shit. How do I feel? How do I fucking feel? ”I’ve never been more mortified in my life. I don’t believe I’m doing this.” ”Yet you are,” she said. ”You’re kneeling there. Nobody is forcing you. You could get up and get as far away from here as you. But, I didn't stop massaging Betty, not for a minute, I was soon back down on her abdomen and below, making sure to retrace my steps where I knew so well now that she wanted me to go. I had three fingers in her and my other hand circling her clit as I wondered just what was going through her daughter's mind right at that moment. Then, reflected in the dresser mirror, I saw Susan, wine glass in hand, sit on the living room sofa, facing the bedroom door, watching me from my back, as I massaged. More

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