I'm saved, not by Al really, but by the lube some saint fetched from upstairs.

I'm saved, but Emma's ass is not. Through the night more than one finger sunk into Em's backside. Until now everyone satisfied themselves with fucking her pussy. With that losing its grip they zeroed in on her asshole.

The cold lube feels good and Em moans a little smiling as some far off set of hands dishes out a solid helping of lube. Her reaction is very different when she feels that tight little hole strain and give way. Her throat had gone hoarse and dry, so whatever she was trying to convey was totally lost in rasping gibberish.

Her hands which had fallen limp in their binds spring to life again and clasp at nothing eventually finding only the same fused metal rods to cling to. I reach up with my free hand, the one not half buried in my gash. her fingers find mine and he eyes focus on me again.