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of the words coming from his mouth. And then he showed her a tube of gel that he was holding in his hand and the expression on her face suddenly changed. She looked away, slumping her shoulders in defeat.
     
    Joe pursed his lips. The boy wanted her ass.
     
    Veronica immediately looked to the other room. Joe wondered if she might beg Donnell to intervene. She looked toward him and bit her lip. If Donnell noticed her plight with his lieutenant, he didn’t show it.
     
    The boy motioned toward the mattress. Veronica didn’t make a play for anyone in the other room. Instead, she obediently got on all fours, the uneasy look still on her face. If ever a girl needed to smell those fires, Joe thought, this was the time: but the burning smell never seemed to work that way. The Faun might drive you into a predicament, but rarely would she help you find your way back out again. Indeed, these impossible sexual circumstances seemed exactly the situations with which she took the most perverse delight.
     
    Rubbing his chin, the boy considered Veronica’s position.
     
    He finally asked her to turn, and face toward the other room. He didn’t say it, but his intent was obvious: the better for the others to see her face contort, as she took his cock in her ass.
     
    Repositioning herself, she looked toward the other room, finally noticing the mirror on the wall. She locked eyes with Joe. He gazed at her with genuine concern. Pursing his lower lip, Joe popped his chin. He kept his gestures tiny, hardly noticeable, but she saw.
     
    She smiled gamely for him.
     
    The boy took a knee behind her and put his hand on the small of her back. With his other hand, he began massaging her sex. When his fingers touched her clit, Veronica exhaled noisily. Looking humiliated, she quickly dropped her eyes.
     
    The boy licked his fingers. Cooed encouragement as he rubbed her sex. He intended for her to enjoy herself. He wanted her to orgasm in a room full of men with a cock wedged into her ass. His cock. Grinning wickedly, he looked to the men in the other room. He wanted to humiliate her, the same way she had humiliated him. And then he placed a glob of cold, wet grease between her ass cheeks. She inhaled sharply. Raising her shoulders, her back stiffened.
     
    “You’ll be grateful for the grease,” the boy said, watching her discomfort.
     
    He worked the cold lubricant slowly down her ass crack and toward her sex. Veronica bit her lip. The boy worked it swiftly, warming it with his fingers.
     
    Veronica looked over her shoulder, smiled at him. “Please,” she whispered, “be gentle. I’ve never done this before.”
     
    The boy snorted softly. “Oh, I’ll be honest,” he said flatly. “This gonna hurt.”
     
    Veronica lowered her head.
     
    “But not that bad,” he quickly added, watching her face fall. “I’m gonna make you come.”
     
    He focused his efforts on her clit. With the warm oil and his fingers sliding over her pussy, Veronica rocked her hips and softly moaned.
     
    “That’s right,” the boy whispered. “You gonna come for me, too.”
     
    Veronica swallowed hard. Goose flesh puckered the skin on her forearms, and she struggled to breath. She licked her lips. Tried to catch her breath.
     
    “When it hurts,” the boy said, “you should yell. Make a noise.”
     
    Veronica looked at him skeptically.
     
    “Feels better if you yell,” the boy said.
     
    He rubbed his thumb over her asshole and Veronica tensed up. She dug her fingers into the mattress. Gripping both her ass cheeks, the boy used his thumbs to massage her asshole, slowly working to open her sphincter.
     
    Joe heard the sound of a key sliding into the front door lock. With a loud clack a deadbolt rotated into the jamb, and then another deadbolt. The front door swung open and Gloria Dean entered the house, followed close behind by Miss Rose, a heavy set black woman.
     
    “Put the keys on that table,” Miss Rose said. She nodded to a small table