"There's only one choice girlie," Sandra cackled, buggering the young woman with a rough fingertip. "Which is it, wet or dry?" Not at all, thought Millie, but that wasn't an option. "Wet," she begrudged. "Lean forward girlie," Sandra cackled. "And spread those fat young cheeks of yours." Millie leaned forward, her sobs rising up in her chest as she reached back and pulled the cheeks of her bottom apart. She could hear the old bitch snort and spit again, this time exactly on the rosebud of her ass. It clenched uselessly in response. "Good girlie." Sandra pushed her index finger home. But, sh... Show more